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Just to let you know, looking for cute, retro-esque, rockabilly jeans is the most frustrating thing I have ever done on the internet.
I mean, jean-shopping (in general) is already the most humiliating task I live through on a quarterly basis.
It is like the world of fashion is composed of a terrible group of mean-minded anorexics trying to debase me into losing weight. Like if they make me feel like a big fat failure (with the emphasis on fat), I will finally make the leap to starving myself and forcing myself to endure strenuous physical exertion. So far, they aren't winning. I am just as self-indulgent as usual.
Okay, okay. I'm not that bad, really. Yeah, I like to eat. A lot. But not eat a lot of food all at once. I just really like good food. I think I eat in a fairly healthy manner. Maybe too much starches. I am a sucker for a good ravioli. I can't seem to pull myself away from the joy that is ravioli filled with gorgonzola cheese and carmelized pears. Especially tossed in a tomato vodka sauce.
(Livejournal just told me that 'carmelized' is either: A) Not a word, or B) Spelled incorrectly. At least according to its little red underline thingy. Funnily enough, the word 'Livejournal' also has a red underline.)
I need to force myself to drink more water. Eat more vegetables as snacks and not just as side dishes. I need to go walking.
DAMN YOU, PANTS MANUFACTURERS! STOP FUCKING WITH MY SELF-IMAGE!!!
Well. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I am going to drag my Texas-sized ass into bed. While chanting, "I am not inadequate, I am not inadequate, I am not inadequate, etc."
I am a beautiful fucking snowflake.
I mean, jean-shopping (in general) is already the most humiliating task I live through on a quarterly basis.
It is like the world of fashion is composed of a terrible group of mean-minded anorexics trying to debase me into losing weight. Like if they make me feel like a big fat failure (with the emphasis on fat), I will finally make the leap to starving myself and forcing myself to endure strenuous physical exertion. So far, they aren't winning. I am just as self-indulgent as usual.
Okay, okay. I'm not that bad, really. Yeah, I like to eat. A lot. But not eat a lot of food all at once. I just really like good food. I think I eat in a fairly healthy manner. Maybe too much starches. I am a sucker for a good ravioli. I can't seem to pull myself away from the joy that is ravioli filled with gorgonzola cheese and carmelized pears. Especially tossed in a tomato vodka sauce.
(Livejournal just told me that 'carmelized' is either: A) Not a word, or B) Spelled incorrectly. At least according to its little red underline thingy. Funnily enough, the word 'Livejournal' also has a red underline.)
I need to force myself to drink more water. Eat more vegetables as snacks and not just as side dishes. I need to go walking.
DAMN YOU, PANTS MANUFACTURERS! STOP FUCKING WITH MY SELF-IMAGE!!!
Well. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I am going to drag my Texas-sized ass into bed. While chanting, "I am not inadequate, I am not inadequate, I am not inadequate, etc."
I am a beautiful fucking snowflake.