i just spent 134 dollars at h&m. woulda been less had i not got fil a cardigan thing. everytime i go there and come back with ten more somethings i already own but in different colors, fil starts crying and smashes things cos he wants new clothes too. so there you go. i got a new bag. i tried on every fucking pair of jeans there and none fit me right or look good and the dressing room girls were giving me ‘tude and i just knew they were whisper shit-talking about me. wtf it’s hard and depressing enough trying to shop for pants i don’t need some dumpy ass short bitch making me feel guilty for one extra trip back to the jeans section.

and for anyone who works in a change room and says OH THAT IS SOOOO IRRITATING WORKING IN A CHANGE ROOM AND LIKE, PEOPLE LIKE, TAKE SOOOOOO LONG AND GO BACK AND FORTH FOR MORE CLOOOOTHES!

here’s a hint slut, DON’T WORK IN RETAIL, DON’T WORK IN A CHANGE ROOM, DON’T WORK IN CUSTOMER SERVICE.

i am getting nervous about the video so i hate everyone right now.

oh the cabbie on my way there knew all about h&m and he said i have clear skin and my lip stud looks like a beautiful diamond and suits me very well. i wish he could have gone pants shopping with me.