i just got my first pair of $300 pants from tnt ok they were 50% off but still, STILL! fil blew his top til we got home and he calculated our “the books” to see how in the black i am once and for all and then he apologized for being mean. the pants i bought the other day from h&m that i blew my mind over being some sizes smaller, welp, they are already too big for me, i told the chick uh i think i’m like such and such a size and she looked me up and down and said sorry no you’re not and threw a pile of small pants at me i hope all you cunts are crying at this post i hate you.
except for the cool ones.
that store completely overwhelms me in my head the whole time i was thinking ok they don’t WANT me to buy anything here they don’t want me to have skinny jeans that’s how severely neurotic i am.
fil didn’t end up getting anything (it was his idea to go there) so that he can continue to brag to me about the last time he bought clothes for himself which was like when dinosaurs existed uh dude that’s because you just got a 2000 dollar camera!
lets top this piece of shit off with how skinny i look today:
those are my diaper superhero underwears with now a massive hole in the back i will never give up, i get smaller and they get bigger fil has some underwears that are so repulsive they make my genitals wrinkle outside-in anyway i will wear those black underwears until they completely fall apart to spite him. i guess its time to clean the bathroom.
i explained to fil the reason girls have to shop every three seconds is because they are unhappy with their wardrobe, in short, themselves, and they are searching for the ultimate piece to unify everything, they cannot bring themselves to make that one big expensive purchase that would just thwart the urge to spend on many inexpensive things altogether, it is too much, buyer’s guilt, remorse etc. but if you just fucking do it once and for all then it makes all the shit you already own come together as one. we are always forever searching for the perfect pant, and when we get it, it is like falling bareback down a rainbow of dicks flying in your face and vag and the craziest earth-shattering explosive ‘gasm is at the bottom like when you have dream ‘gasms and you wake up and say to yourself i just blew my load infinity times in my dream, that’s what it feels like when you are alone in the changing room looking at your yet to be purchased purchase.
-mother theresa.
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why does it always rain on me pt. 1 i was dancing a lot so it’s kinda wobbly.
part 2 i passed it off to fil zoomed in so it’s blurry.
