April 28, 2004 :: 7:45 p.m.
oh, to be the sustenance of pandas
Man, I am just the dictionary definition of sporadic with my entries lately. Sorry about that. I've been off at Adam's, having fun (but not sex, unfortunately, due to an unpleasant and entirely unexpected situation that I do not care to elaborate on here) and generally not being around my computer much. You understand.
This morning I went shopping with my mom for summery bottom-type things; I ended up getting three pairs of capris and a skirt that I may or may not actually have the guts to wear out of my house. It's a short skirt, technically, but not so much on me, Stumpy McGee. But it's still shorter than I'm accustomed to wearing, meaning that there is actual thigh visible when the skirt is on. GASP! THIGH! I know. I really don't have the legs for it, either. My legs are apparently just short and misshapen and all around not so good. It took fucking forever to locate capris that fit decently, and only one pair is really the appropriate length. The others are simply acceptable. I don't know who these giants are that clothing manufacturers design for, but it's really been rubbing my 5'1'' ass the wrong way lately.
Seriously, most of those fucking capris could double as regular pants on me. Or they come down to just above my ankles, which is not only stupid looking but entirely defeats the point of capris. They're supposed to be cooler than pants but longer than shorts. Most of them are just goofy, slightly too-short pants on me. It's fucking annoying. And the one pair that I purchased looked pretty good in the store, but now that I've been wearing them around a little while I realize that they are doing my hips no favors at all. I never really thought I had huge hips, but apparently I was wrong. In these pants, I am the poster girl for the term "child-bearing hips." It's not doing much for my already dismal self-esteem. GAH.
And I should really learn to stop buying flip-flops. I never really like them once I have them on. I think they make my feet look exceptionally ugly, and they're sort of uncomfortable. I need to invest in some comfy heeled things; if the world were a kind a gentle place, they would make my ankles look less like tree trunks and more like slender bamboo shoots. Or something.
Can you tell I'm not having one of those "Hey, I look kind of pretty!" days? Yeah. I need a haircut.
And now I am going to go prepare myself for the American Idol results show. For shame, I know. What can I say? It's a guilty pleasure.
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