Well, it’s all done. I’m in my new place. I’ve got a new bed. I’m on the interwebs checkin’ out pr0n. No I’m not.
Everything has cost me a freaking fortune. All sorts of expenses have popped up. My car, my storage, my unstocked kitchen. Anyway…having said that…
I went shopping today because I’m in dire need of some new stuff. Plus, my car was in the shop so I walked over to Chinook while I waited for it to be repaired. I effing hate clothes shopping. Nowhere do I feel more uncomfortable and judged than in a clothing shop. And it’s not even them (ie. shop people) it’s me. Well, it might be them, but i”m too busy feeling self concious to notice if they’re noticing my flabby thighs and last year’s fashion. Or even the fact that my entire wardrobe looks as though it’s been purchased in two or three stores. ’cause it has.
I thought this would be a longer rant. Anyway…later.
