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[agilebrit]

So, am I the only female on the planet that absolutely hates clothes shopping with the fire of a billion suns? Tore my very last pair of jeans that I actually fit into today, right across the seat, and since we needed to go to Wally World anyway for a cat litter scoop and an adorable little USB expander (on sale for $7.50, which brings my USB capacity up to four from one and means I don't have to unplug my mouse when I want to use my JumpDrive), we poked around the jeans racks as well.

Hey, you guys at Jordache? What the frell is up your sizes, man? Every other brand, I can easily fit in a size eight. Yours? Size fourteen...and they looked horrid. *sticks tongue out* I mean, I realize I bitch about my weight a lot, and I'm sure it seems silly to the rest of you on my flist (especially those of you who have met me), but really, this seemed excessive.

And now I have two glowy gadgets. My mouse lights up, and this USB expandy thing has a pretty red light on the top of it too. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Of course, half the reason I hate shopping for clothes is that it means money spent on that instead of more interesting things, like books, widgets, and cat toys.

We got a new catnip toy for the kitties too. Gray Kittie is quite taken with it; haven't given it to White Kittie yet. They're so cute...
On the fic front, the CYA ficathon fic is continuing apace; I just wrote some ouch-inducing dialogue which sums the whole situation up nicely from Fred's viewpoint, I think. *evil grin*

Comments

[kats-meow.livejournal.com]

I wanna read Fred! (end of audience participation)

Seriously, my husband works in textiles and with the number (read: MAJORITY) of clothing jobs going to overseas cutshops, there is NO REAL SIZE for us anymore. I have clothes in my closet fitting women anywhere from size 10 to size 16 -- and yo, I love me some cookies, but I haven't changed actual size within a few inches in six years. Bottom line: it ain't you, love. Buy whatever fits, wherever you can.

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

*snippet*

"You sparred with it. You patrolled with it. Like, like I hadn't meant anything to you, like it didn't matter that it ate me alive from the inside out. None of you even tried to get me back. Like I wasn't worth saving," she whispered.

[kats-meow.livejournal.com]

OOOH! Yep, that sounds about right -- I love the echo of "worth saving." Poor Freddles!

[whirligigged.livejournal.com]

Mm, Fred.

Hey, I went shopping for jeans at TJ Maxx just the day before yesterday! We must be twins. I was afraid to look at what size I was, though. I just sort of grabbed whatever jeans looked reasonable and hoped for the best in the changing room. Got three jeans that fit me perfectly but were mad long. Like, a foot longer than I needed. My mom fixed them, but oh, I am so short. And that was in the juniors section. *facepalm* Oh Lordy Lou. What I would give for two more inches!

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Here, you can have a couple of my inches. I'm 5'7". When I was in college, I could hardly ever find pants that were long enough. It's better now (maybe women have gotten taller?), but I still buy men's long-sleeved shirts.

[catvampcrazines.livejournal.com]

well, I don't go right out with intentions of shopping for clothes. I think my hesitance of paying more than 15 dollars for clothing. hee. I know, I try to control myself sometimes. hee. So I end up buying stuff that isn't clothes. *G* though yeah, I do kinda like shopping, just not the spending money.

But you know what. I'm clothing repressed, lol. I think I wore the same pairs of jeans the entire time of high school and I rarely was able to get anything new besides every once in a while shoes when I was younger. hee.

I'll go kick the Jordache guys' asses for ya. Ohhhh... cool about the mouse. hee I want one. *sniffle* although I also want a kittie but can't have one.