Look they made it just for me! (The orange hurricane toe remix)
Okay, look. This is not my life. I will return this life and demand an exchange for a new one! A functional one! One that does not have:
Earthquake.
Toe infection (it's a long story okay? I don't want to talk about it, I just hope to hell it doesn't impact my surgery schedule at all... I do not want my life held up by a toe. At that point, I might just see what happens if I suggest they cut it off. Okay, not really. I like dancing.).
Surgery in T-minus 6 days.
And now... hurricane. (Hi Irene! Go the fuck away now, okay? Kthnxbye! You stop hassling all those nice people with flooding! And let me keep my power please, please, pleeeeease.) That's just adding insult to everything, let alone injury. I thought I was done for the day, I really did. And then I saw this:
It's like they made it just for me with my soon to be totally lopsided chest! For surely, they didn't make this for anyone unsuspecting and "normal" chested... no one would actually do that on purpose to a perfectly lovely set of boobs, right? No one would sit down and think "Hey, what can we do to make a women feel even MORE inadequate about how she looks (because not enough women already feel that way, right? Right.)? I know! Let's design a shirt that makes takes one of her favorite, and arguably most attention drawing features (like it or not, it's true), and make it look FUNNY ON PURPOSE! That will totally sell!"
Sell so well that it's on the clearance rack for 1/3 of it's price. Oh yeah, and they made it orange too. Good planning there guys. Good planning.
Fuck you, Universe. You do this to my brain on purpose. I know you do.
Did you notice that the model is sneering at the mere thought that she's wearing this monstrosity too? Siiiigh.
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Earthquake.
Toe infection (it's a long story okay? I don't want to talk about it, I just hope to hell it doesn't impact my surgery schedule at all... I do not want my life held up by a toe. At that point, I might just see what happens if I suggest they cut it off. Okay, not really. I like dancing.).
Surgery in T-minus 6 days.
And now... hurricane. (Hi Irene! Go the fuck away now, okay? Kthnxbye! You stop hassling all those nice people with flooding! And let me keep my power please, please, pleeeeease.) That's just adding insult to everything, let alone injury. I thought I was done for the day, I really did. And then I saw this:
It's like they made it just for me with my soon to be totally lopsided chest! For surely, they didn't make this for anyone unsuspecting and "normal" chested... no one would actually do that on purpose to a perfectly lovely set of boobs, right? No one would sit down and think "Hey, what can we do to make a women feel even MORE inadequate about how she looks (because not enough women already feel that way, right? Right.)? I know! Let's design a shirt that makes takes one of her favorite, and arguably most attention drawing features (like it or not, it's true), and make it look FUNNY ON PURPOSE! That will totally sell!"
Sell so well that it's on the clearance rack for 1/3 of it's price. Oh yeah, and they made it orange too. Good planning there guys. Good planning.
Fuck you, Universe. You do this to my brain on purpose. I know you do.
Did you notice that the model is sneering at the mere thought that she's wearing this monstrosity too? Siiiigh.
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comments. Please comment on either journal as you please.