GAH!
Cock shit damn fuck hell.
I can't fit into my pants. Correction: I can't fit into 8 pairs of my pants. And seeing as it is a tit bit chilly outside today I can't make due wearing capris. I shouldn't be so upset though. Those pants are easily 5+ years old. They needed to be replaced, I just hadn't expected to have to replace them today.
That's good tattoo-ing money I'll just be throwing away on clothes. Mother. Fucker.
grump grump grump
In other news I went back to the Drexel archives last night for another electrifying evening of volunteer work. Go ahead and laugh, but I really like it there! We worked on a 1891 scrapbook collection from the Library School which contained copies of forms and exams. Heh. One of the exam questions asked the student to argue the merits of the typewriter as a tool of the librarian.