Consumer bitching
So I spent most of today in Savannah shopping with my mom. We went to several little boutiques downtown and then places like Bannana Republic and Gap where my mom likes to shop. I didn't find anything, which was frustrating but not surprising. I live in t-shirts and jeans, which shouldn't be that hard to find. But they are. They SO are. Maybe I'm picky, maybe it's predator confusion, maybe the proportions of my body are unusual, but I can never find anything that works. And to make it worse, my mom wants to dress me in polos and pearls. Damn it. I need a paycheck. It's hard to argue about style with the person who's buying your clothes.