There was either a good bit of thunder early this morning, or my upstairs neighbors have installed a bowling alley.
I have to drop off an employment application at Lane Bryant today, and I fear for my wallet. You see, the peculiar thing about Lane Bryant is that over the past few years, they've gone from carrying frumpy-looking stuff designed for normal-sized people and just made larger to carying horribly, horribly cute and pretty things that look nice. Seriously, I walk in and go "OMG TEH CUTE!!!1" I can't help it. And so I worry, because the urge to buy something I (a) don't need and (b) quite possibly won't be able to wear for long, depending on how my body decides to lose weight this time, is not a good idea. I've gotten into the habit of only purchasing things that I'll be able to wear even when I drop a good bit of weight. T-shirts, jackets, stretchy pants, all can be worn when I am smaller. I am wary of pants that button and fitted shirts that look stupid when baggy and/or cannot be easily altered. Just because it fits now doesn't mean it will fit in three weeks. And don't get me started on bras. Dear lord.
*cough* But yes. Want most things in that store. I neither need, nor can I afford, most things in that store. Must... resist... rrrrrrrrrrr...
In other news, I have made dontbeatme into an Eddie Izzard fan. I can only hope he grows up to be half so fabulous. He has the potential. :D
UTSA apparently either lost or never received my AP scores. This displeases me. There will be beatings.
Speaking of beatings, my knee is giving me much less sass. Proof that things will do what you want them to, if you just beat them with sticks long enough. Or possibly that my knee is a fickle creature.