So now, more than five years after skinny jeans have become trendy, I like them. And my only pair, bought on a whim for less than $20, are dying, and skinny jeans are no longer "in" for plus-sized clothing stores - unless I want to order them off the internet, and buy five sizes for the crapshoot that that is, and pay $8 a pair to return them.*

I'm going to skip work on Thursday (read: reschedule a class) so that I can celebrate having done my French oral exam the day before with a) ONE four hour class instead of two, b) possibly a nap, c) a Food Safe Level 2 class, and d) seeing if I can't make good use of the $100 my dad gave me to Value Village ( Read more... )

It's been 7 years, and yes, I do feel as if there is some element of banging my head against a wall in revisiting this after 7 years, but Lucas was the first. The first relationship that included sex, the first relationship where our lives were so enmeshed we couldn't be pulled apart without a substantial amount of loss and tearing (not unlike my ( Read more... )

1. I have a mullet. And not in that, rock-it 80's throwback kind of way, either. In that, OMG, it's been 4 months since I cut my super short hair. Shit. (I want to find some place local and reliable - NOT a student salon - and return there, happily, time and again. L'impossible ( Read more... )

Like super classy human beings, they went home and changed their marriage status on Facebook.

Seriously, when will Facebook die?

I had coffee and cake with my dad and his wife yesterday, but instead of being a celebration of both our birthdays (his; belated, mine; early), it was really just an onslaught of crappy family developments. The least of which being that I searched for hours to find my father a print of Marilyn Monroe that he didn't yet have, only for him to open it ( Read more... )

Reason #493 that it's good to be chubby:

After sex (with a man), your thighs keep the manseed inside.

Win.

If I had a baby shower, it would be abortion themed; complete with coat hangers and arsenic-filled turkey basters as party favors.

There's this thing I need to learn how to do which could completely change my relationship with Calvin, by changing the way we argue ( Read more... )

I've been reading a book of "essays" lately ("I Was Told There'd Be Cake"), and laughing my pants off on the bus, until people stare at me weird. Oh well ( Read more... )