I had to pick up a few new pairs of jeans today due to the old ones being worn away at the inner thigh. (See post called “Jeans”.)
Anyway…
I have to point out that EVERY time I have to go out and shop for jeans: I first take a moment to consider other options, like suicide and cutting off my legs. But today I decided I will try and avoid the painful trying on and failing, and crying, and screaming in the stores’ changing rooms. So today I realized that I had to go to a store that I had NEVER shopped at before.
So I went to … (shameful nodding of head) Abercrombie and Fitch. I know. I know!
A.F. and I have been mortal enemies since I first saw yuppy kids wearing A.F. in high school.
To get to the point…
I tried on a pair and guess what? They fit like a self loathing glove.
I have officially sold out my fashion morals for jeans that fit. Shoot me now. No! Wait! I have to put on the new A.F. jeans first. I look so hot in them.
Nice Girl Mean Thoughts 
lmao
Fiona and I are laughing out loud – as we cry out NO! No! Fiona is wailung “Sell Out!”
but post a pic anyway.
Yeah well… sorry my only excuse is that my legs waist to leg to hip ratio is a mother fuc%er when it comes to go clothes shopping so I take what I can get.
That and I am a lazy bastard.