a girl's best friend
I've been really cranky for a few days now. Really cranky, wanting to bite random little old ladies in the street cranky. I've been trying to cure this with Cold Comfort Farm and raspberry crumble and really quite a lot of Stargate Atlantis, but then today I made the mistake of trying to buy clothes again, and was consumed by the desire to do serious bodily harm to any clothes designers I happened to come across (newsflash, dear designers: some women, such as, say, me, have hips. Also, breasts. Also, in between these two, a waist - that would be the bit that curves in, as opposed to those other bits, which curve out. I know your clothes hang beautifully on those of my friends who are built on slimmer, straighter lines, but couldn't you just in one collection have one shirt that buttons across the chest without also leaving room for me to be pregnant with twins, since I'm really not, not to mention one pair of pants that go in at the waist instead of just continue straight up? Because I don't continue straight up from the hips and when my pants do, it looks REALLY STUPID. also they fall OFF. thank you, please try again), so at that point I realized I had to bring out the big guns, so now I'm reading Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
I think it might be working. Maybe all I really need is to cultivate a few inhibitions and get some sleep.
or porn.
I think it might be working. Maybe all I really need is to cultivate a few inhibitions and get some sleep.
or porn.