I was able to escape the apartment today to get myself a pair of pants that I might enjoy wearing, as opposed to a pair of pants that I would fear bending over in. Really, what the hell is up with the low-rise style these days?

Maybe I’m abnormal. See, I have this thing. It’s firmly attached to the tops of my thighs. It’s called a butt and it’s something I prefer to keep covered, thanksmuch.

So, anyway, I went to Old Navy and I did manage to find a pair of pants. I’ll still have to get them altered because I was blessed with a small waist and cursed with ginormous hips. Jeans will fit nicely around the hip and thigh region, but I’m left with enough material around the back side of my waist to make a good sized sail. I’m going to have to take these new jeans in to the tailor to get a large triangle shaped piece cut out of the back waistband just so I don’t have to worry about people dropping pencils down the back of my trousers to see if they’ll stick.

Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah. I got my pants and that’s really all I wanted. REALLY! But goddamn it, wouldn’t you know it? Old Navy was having a 40% - 50% off sale on all children’s and baby clothes.

And they were *says hatefully* sooooo kyooot.

So now I have a pair of pants that need altering, two outfits for the Shake’N'Bake, and a large helping of shame over my lack of will power.

Come get the blocks.

Just don’t fuck with the guy. *sporfle*