Please, someone just kill me now.
I’m going to be in a sunny spot at the end of the month so I’ll need a suit.
No problem, sez I - I have about 7 suits. So last night I tried them all on. And none of them fit. They’re too big, or too small, or saggy in the ass. I mean, that’s just not a good thing.
So I have to go swimsuit shopping. What is the one thing worse than shopping for jeans? Why, shopping for a swimsuit, of course.
I can’t just go without one, or I’ll have to go shopping for one when I get there, with Mr. California. That is so not going to happen.
So I have to go tonight. I ran quite a lot this morning. I haven’t eating too much, and I’m drinking lots of water so I’ll be nice and skinny.
What I really don’t understand, is how I can look smokin’ hot in a bra and panties, and then put on a swim suit, which is the exact same two pieces of clothing, and look really, really nasty. What the hell is the deal with that?
grrrr, wish me luck.