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fuck dress shopping. i hate that shit. here's a great way to spend almost all of saterday and part of sunday: try on exactly two BILLION dresses, have none of them fit, bring one home saterday and one home sunday thinking you've just scored, only to realize you haven't and you look fat and you wouldn't be able to dance in the dress anyway unless you had double sided tape and.... dude that wouldn't even help...., and you're screwed because the dance is next weekend and you have absolutely nothing to wear :-)