The good news first -- I GOT TO SEE LEWIS BLACK DO A SHOW YESTERDAY. Bonner called me last week to inform me that he was going to be performing at her school and OBVIOUSLY I had to go, work be damned, because no way am I gonna fucking miss Lewis Black for stupid work. So I left a little early and managed to catch the 4 o'clock bus. So many things could have gone wrong that day. I could've missed the 4 o'clock bus. I could've been told I was not allowed to leave early. The bus could have been late. The bus could've been on time, but there could've been a lot of traffic, leading me to miss the second bus. And then, the next morning, on my way back, I could have missed the shuttle to take me back to the bus, which would mean I would've gotten to work at least half an hour late.
But nope! Nothing went wrong! Everything went just perfectly! And it was awesome and amazing and hilarious and my mouth hurt from too much laughing. And best of all? IT WAS FUCKING FREE. Bonner managed to get someone to give their ID so she could pay the $5 student price for me, instead of the $30 I would've had to pay for a non-student ticket. BEST. DAY. EVER.
Now, however, the bad news. At work I'm required to wear black pants, and I have a tendency to wear the same two pairs of pants over and over because I hate shopping for pants. This means, because of all the wear and tear from the physical activity, and also because I am just THE FATTEST PERSON ALIVE according to mainstream clothing brands, the pants tend to rip at the crotch a lot. I guess I just keep buying shitty quality jeans? So I went to the mall with Rob today, determined to find a durable pair of jeans I could both wear to work and also wear casually.
But it was not to be. Apparently the only kind of pants that exist now are skinny cut jeans, which I do not look good in. I seriously looked in practically every fucking clothing store in the mall and all of the black pants were skinny jeans, except for this one pair that went up to my fucking waist and made me feel like a middle-aged soccer mom. I was getting increasingly angrier and angrier as I went from store to store, searching desperately for ANY FUCKING BLACK PANTS THAT DID NOT CUT OFF CIRCULATION IN MY LEGS, only to find that nowhere had any. None. Zero. There were plenty of blue jeans that were normal, but the black ones? Psssh, forget it. As we all know, only thin people are allowed to wear black jeans.
I finally gave up after searching through Bloomingdale's, and Rob was subjected to my Hulk-out ranting in the food court and parking lot about how fucking ridiculous it was that there were no regular black jeans to be found anywhere, and how stupid that is because not everyone looks good in those kinds of pants, and how it seems like the only two options for jeans nowadays is either that or a crazy wide flare from the 1970's disco era, and anyway it doesn't matter because apparently I've gone up to a size fucking 15 and I haven't even done anything and I don't even feel like I'm just this huge thing that these clothing stores are making it seem like I am. I know I'm not thin anymore but I certainly don't feel like I'm verging on plus-size territory either. And of course it wouldn't matter if I was, because there's nothing wrong with it, but then my clothing options would be even more limited and THIS IS WHY I NEVER FUCKING SHOP FOR PANTS.
Like, I don't even know what to do about this weight gain anymore. It seems like no matter what I eat or don't eat I keep gaining weight anyway. Do I really have to start starving myself again in order to get back to a size I feel comfortable in? Did I really fuck my body up that badly when I was in high school? I mean, Jesus Christ.
But nope! Nothing went wrong! Everything went just perfectly! And it was awesome and amazing and hilarious and my mouth hurt from too much laughing. And best of all? IT WAS FUCKING FREE. Bonner managed to get someone to give their ID so she could pay the $5 student price for me, instead of the $30 I would've had to pay for a non-student ticket. BEST. DAY. EVER.
Now, however, the bad news. At work I'm required to wear black pants, and I have a tendency to wear the same two pairs of pants over and over because I hate shopping for pants. This means, because of all the wear and tear from the physical activity, and also because I am just THE FATTEST PERSON ALIVE according to mainstream clothing brands, the pants tend to rip at the crotch a lot. I guess I just keep buying shitty quality jeans? So I went to the mall with Rob today, determined to find a durable pair of jeans I could both wear to work and also wear casually.
But it was not to be. Apparently the only kind of pants that exist now are skinny cut jeans, which I do not look good in. I seriously looked in practically every fucking clothing store in the mall and all of the black pants were skinny jeans, except for this one pair that went up to my fucking waist and made me feel like a middle-aged soccer mom. I was getting increasingly angrier and angrier as I went from store to store, searching desperately for ANY FUCKING BLACK PANTS THAT DID NOT CUT OFF CIRCULATION IN MY LEGS, only to find that nowhere had any. None. Zero. There were plenty of blue jeans that were normal, but the black ones? Psssh, forget it. As we all know, only thin people are allowed to wear black jeans.
I finally gave up after searching through Bloomingdale's, and Rob was subjected to my Hulk-out ranting in the food court and parking lot about how fucking ridiculous it was that there were no regular black jeans to be found anywhere, and how stupid that is because not everyone looks good in those kinds of pants, and how it seems like the only two options for jeans nowadays is either that or a crazy wide flare from the 1970's disco era, and anyway it doesn't matter because apparently I've gone up to a size fucking 15 and I haven't even done anything and I don't even feel like I'm just this huge thing that these clothing stores are making it seem like I am. I know I'm not thin anymore but I certainly don't feel like I'm verging on plus-size territory either. And of course it wouldn't matter if I was, because there's nothing wrong with it, but then my clothing options would be even more limited and THIS IS WHY I NEVER FUCKING SHOP FOR PANTS.
Like, I don't even know what to do about this weight gain anymore. It seems like no matter what I eat or don't eat I keep gaining weight anyway. Do I really have to start starving myself again in order to get back to a size I feel comfortable in? Did I really fuck my body up that badly when I was in high school? I mean, Jesus Christ.