Where are you, little pants?
Like most women in the US, I normally have whole wardrobes in 3 or 4 sizes, stockpiled in my closets.
Now I’ve lost a little weight, and that’s good. However, the pants that I had chipmunked away, that would have fit me at this weight? I don’t have them now. I gave them to a Hurricane Katrina escapee last year. Doh.
I have one pair left, actually – they were too skanky to give the lady because the seams and hems are all shiny. But they’re good enough for me. I just don’t care. I’ll just wear them every day, screw it.
Angry! Angry blogging!
Three times during the past week, I found myself yelling, “That’s bullshit! You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna put that shit on my blog!“
But now I can’t remember what I was so upset about, in any of the cases. Something about crappy driving, local restaurants, and some other thing. Oh, well. Sorry.
Is it just me, or…
Does the Time Warner/Comcast astronaut guy have the same voice as Jack, of Jack in the Box?
Sighing for y’all.
See, the reason I don’t update often isn’t that I’m too busy. It’s that I always think of stuff to tell y’all when I’m out in my car, driving around town, getting pissed off about the lack of good restaurants in my suburb.
When I’m sitting still at the computadora, I can’t remember anything at all.
Then again, why should I feel bad about not updating this thing for y’all? Huh? When’s the last time y’all updated your blogs for me? Huh? HUH?
Okay, that’s it. Next time, lots of new photos on Flickr, and not just of my friends’ shoes, either.
