alone and at the mall
Did you know that when malls put jeans on ‘sale’ they really mean that you still have to pay something in the $40.00 range? Three retail outlets today (at lunch) had jeans on ‘sale’ for $39.99.
Don’t get me wrong - I spend money like nobody’s damn business - but I like to think I’m getting something good for it. These were regular jeans. Granted, they didn’t have the hem mostly worn off from trugging though road salt, but they weren’t made under prime labour conditions or anything. I’m pretty sure these were regular old sweatshop jeans that someone paid a small child a nickel to stitch together.
I question whether I would have bought them anyway if I didn’t come out of the dressing room with what I can only describe as flattened ass. I don’t think I have a particularly large ass. It seems normal in all of the clothes I already own. The jeans I tried on seemed to fit everywhere except this crucial ass area. I’m not a very fashionable person and perhaps I’ve missed some trend toward this new, squishier packaging. I’d like to hope it isn’t just me.
Ulysses is out of town tonight. He’s out of town every Wednesday evening, but it’s weirder when the kids aren’t around (they’re at my parents’ house for March break). If I didn’t have a boyfriend and I didn’t have kids, this is what my life would be like. I’d finish whatever I did in the daytime and then I’d go home by myself. If I had more daytime stuff to do the next day, I probably wouldn’t go out or anything.
I’d eat a lot of popcorn for dinner.
I should probably get a stupid movie from the Seven Star too. And perhaps a full two-litre bottle of club soda and a fresh pack of cigarettes. No one can stop me! Idiocy all evening!
It’s probably much healthier for me that I don’t live alone.
Don’t get me wrong - I spend money like nobody’s damn business - but I like to think I’m getting something good for it. These were regular jeans. Granted, they didn’t have the hem mostly worn off from trugging though road salt, but they weren’t made under prime labour conditions or anything. I’m pretty sure these were regular old sweatshop jeans that someone paid a small child a nickel to stitch together.
I question whether I would have bought them anyway if I didn’t come out of the dressing room with what I can only describe as flattened ass. I don’t think I have a particularly large ass. It seems normal in all of the clothes I already own. The jeans I tried on seemed to fit everywhere except this crucial ass area. I’m not a very fashionable person and perhaps I’ve missed some trend toward this new, squishier packaging. I’d like to hope it isn’t just me.
Ulysses is out of town tonight. He’s out of town every Wednesday evening, but it’s weirder when the kids aren’t around (they’re at my parents’ house for March break). If I didn’t have a boyfriend and I didn’t have kids, this is what my life would be like. I’d finish whatever I did in the daytime and then I’d go home by myself. If I had more daytime stuff to do the next day, I probably wouldn’t go out or anything.
I’d eat a lot of popcorn for dinner.
I should probably get a stupid movie from the Seven Star too. And perhaps a full two-litre bottle of club soda and a fresh pack of cigarettes. No one can stop me! Idiocy all evening!
It’s probably much healthier for me that I don’t live alone.