i'm cleaning my place and realizing i have no clothes that fit anymore.
yay, but fuck. of course when i finally get to this point, that's when i can't afford to buy new clothes. well i guess i'll just have to walk around with baggy pants, nothing hotter than skinny cut pants all baggy. bustin' a sag, bringing it back ya'll. i have only one pair of pants that fit me properly, and who can afford to replace every single item of clothing? fucking bras. only have one of those that fits now too. shrinking titties, yessssss. i'm looking like mary kate olsen bag lady... the less cracked out version.
plus i've got some rod stewart hairdo shit goin' on. my look is pretty ill. i think i'm lookin a little dyke-y, but lbh, i guess i should be ok with that by now. SNAAAAAP oh yeah i said it.
found out that the jacket i want is backordered until DECEMBER... kinda defeats the purpose of getting it. so bummed. they have olive green but i'm really not down with the olive.
my place, previously in the most disgusting state i've ever seen it in (growing all kinds of alien matter and undesirable living organisms throughout areas of my house, come over dudes!!!), is slowly but surely being resurrected back from abode hell. it's sad that only the plan of having company makes me lift a finger around here. maybe i should have people over more often...
cleaning + dr. dre and friends = an ok night.
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