I hate the songs on third shift
Apr. 29th, 2005 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyThe sound you heard earlier was what little self confidense I'd managed to aquire in the last year or so go kerflooey. Gone the way of the dino.
Yeah, I had to buy new pants for work. *gags* This wasn't so awful except they didn't have the size I wanted, so I went one size up [which had previously been too big] and... it was no longer entirely too big. So I was in a foul mood and about ten seconds into my nuclear breakdown [I figured I'd go full on hissy fit instead of stopping like I did earlier] Mom asks, "So, are we going on a diet today?" She got the finger in response.
So, I'm seething. It's not been a pleasant ten hours or so for me. But then I see these two women who are probably my size, only shorter [so possibly smaller, since apparently my mental picture of me needs an update] and they're having a fabulous time looking at clothes I'd rather shoot myself than wear... But they seem happy. And the sales woman is incredibly nice and gives me an extra discount, and I'm much happier about things. Except the diet comment, because really. There's a time and a place for everything, and now is not the time, and a dressing room is NEVER the place. NEVER. Especially when a fat girl is holding a size that was previously too large and isn't anymore. Sure, it seems like the perfect place to mention the d word, but trust me. It's not.
And then I decided fuckit. For the most part, what makes me unhappy has very little to do with my size. I don't sit around whinging, for the most part [do I?] about my fat ass, and I'd rather like me at my least cute than wait around for me to be more of society's bitch. I'll be my own bitch, thank you very much.
But you will never see me wearing khaki. It just won't happen.
Onward! Doll of the day!
Lookit! Blue flecks in brown eyes! Who, oh who could it be?
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It's sporty Spice! Wait no. It's just Isa. [china china]
She's awful cute with her hair like this though. And yes, it really was that windy.
Tis odd, but I love pictures of Isa when she's sort of lying down and looking back over her shoulder. Or as much as a Pullip can without it looking really funky.
Spirit ducks from OuterSpace!
No one said Isa's thoughts were sane.
Kisses for Lola!
If you pondered, Isa is on the contraption Mom and Dad set up for her tomato plants. Only the plants died. Oops.
"Buh-bye!"
Rar.
Yeah, I had to buy new pants for work. *gags* This wasn't so awful except they didn't have the size I wanted, so I went one size up [which had previously been too big] and... it was no longer entirely too big. So I was in a foul mood and about ten seconds into my nuclear breakdown [I figured I'd go full on hissy fit instead of stopping like I did earlier] Mom asks, "So, are we going on a diet today?" She got the finger in response.
So, I'm seething. It's not been a pleasant ten hours or so for me. But then I see these two women who are probably my size, only shorter [so possibly smaller, since apparently my mental picture of me needs an update] and they're having a fabulous time looking at clothes I'd rather shoot myself than wear... But they seem happy. And the sales woman is incredibly nice and gives me an extra discount, and I'm much happier about things. Except the diet comment, because really. There's a time and a place for everything, and now is not the time, and a dressing room is NEVER the place. NEVER. Especially when a fat girl is holding a size that was previously too large and isn't anymore. Sure, it seems like the perfect place to mention the d word, but trust me. It's not.
And then I decided fuckit. For the most part, what makes me unhappy has very little to do with my size. I don't sit around whinging, for the most part [do I?] about my fat ass, and I'd rather like me at my least cute than wait around for me to be more of society's bitch. I'll be my own bitch, thank you very much.
But you will never see me wearing khaki. It just won't happen.
Onward! Doll of the day!
Lookit! Blue flecks in brown eyes! Who, oh who could it be?
.
..
....
It's sporty Spice! Wait no. It's just Isa. [china china]
She's awful cute with her hair like this though. And yes, it really was that windy.
Tis odd, but I love pictures of Isa when she's sort of lying down and looking back over her shoulder. Or as much as a Pullip can without it looking really funky.
Spirit ducks from OuterSpace!
No one said Isa's thoughts were sane.
Kisses for Lola!
If you pondered, Isa is on the contraption Mom and Dad set up for her tomato plants. Only the plants died. Oops.
"Buh-bye!"
Rar.
