1. On my design in the previous blog, I thought the print was black, hence the red belt and black tank. I only later realized that the print was actually more maroon, which really made it look rather spastic. This is not unlike the navy socks I wore with black shoes not too long ago (why I even OWN navy socks is a question that I still cannot answer since I own no navy shoes or pants).
2. Dr. Phil is a wanker.
3. I can't quite put my finger on why I want to put my fingers in my ears and chant "La, la, la, la, la" when Hilary Clinton is talking, but I just do.
4. I could never vote for a man named Mitt.
5. I feel sorry for crazy Britney Spears.
6. There are only so many ways one can wear yoga pants and still create an interesting look.
7. The god-awful hematoma on the back of my knee (it is at least the size of an egg) refuses to shrink or drain. I have to admit that I am actually hoping it will somehow just pop, rather like the world's biggest zit (but only if I am at home. God forbid it should happen at Kroger).
8. I have LOST my new underwear. Not in an exciting or sleazy way, mind you. I just cannot figure out where I put the packages that I bought at Fred's before Christmas.
9. Fred's and Roses intrigue me in a way that I simply cannot explain. They are both meccas of white trash bargains, but I am inexplicably drawn to them and find myself looking at CLOTHING there. I bought three shirts and a pair of Levi's at Roses recently (ask me what size those jeans are. Just ask me). I do not own any clothing from Fred's, but my favorite gloves (one of which I have lost, natch) came from there.
10. Chocolate Lucky Charms, or the generic version thereof, makes me happy.
2. Dr. Phil is a wanker.
3. I can't quite put my finger on why I want to put my fingers in my ears and chant "La, la, la, la, la" when Hilary Clinton is talking, but I just do.
4. I could never vote for a man named Mitt.
5. I feel sorry for crazy Britney Spears.
6. There are only so many ways one can wear yoga pants and still create an interesting look.
7. The god-awful hematoma on the back of my knee (it is at least the size of an egg) refuses to shrink or drain. I have to admit that I am actually hoping it will somehow just pop, rather like the world's biggest zit (but only if I am at home. God forbid it should happen at Kroger).
8. I have LOST my new underwear. Not in an exciting or sleazy way, mind you. I just cannot figure out where I put the packages that I bought at Fred's before Christmas.
9. Fred's and Roses intrigue me in a way that I simply cannot explain. They are both meccas of white trash bargains, but I am inexplicably drawn to them and find myself looking at CLOTHING there. I bought three shirts and a pair of Levi's at Roses recently (ask me what size those jeans are. Just ask me). I do not own any clothing from Fred's, but my favorite gloves (one of which I have lost, natch) came from there.
10. Chocolate Lucky Charms, or the generic version thereof, makes me happy.
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Please Join Me In A Collective Sigh Of Relief
6 Comments Published by Kimmah on Thursday, December 27, 2007 at 11:07 PM.
I have finally found a style of underwear that I like. Yay me!! Turns out that I **do** in fact like Hanes Boyshorts--the ones I tried last summer were just too small. Now I wear them and they are super comfortable. I went out and bought myself two more packs of them because I was tired of having to wash the same three pair over and over.
I have a drawer full of underwear that looked like it would be comfortable, but isn't. I don't donate undies to Goodwill and I hate to throw things away, so I'm sure they'll sit there in the drawer until I have to throw them away to make room for my new comfy boyshorts. Now I can spend my money on something else--maybe jewelry? I need a good gold bangle--not real gold because I'm too cheap.
I have a drawer full of underwear that looked like it would be comfortable, but isn't. I don't donate undies to Goodwill and I hate to throw things away, so I'm sure they'll sit there in the drawer until I have to throw them away to make room for my new comfy boyshorts. Now I can spend my money on something else--maybe jewelry? I need a good gold bangle--not real gold because I'm too cheap.
Labels: fat chick stuff, underwear
