I had such fuckin’ hopes for us

I’ve been out. Doing things. You know, that I shouldn’t be, *glances warily around* going places I shouldn’t.

Yup. Shopping again. It’s shocking[1] how easy it is to spend money when you don’t have to hand over any actual cash. Just flash the plastic and away you go[2] Crazy easy it is. And not only am I going to moan about spending the money, I’m also going to moan about not spending the money.

See I found this nice pair of trousers[3] Tried them on and all was grand apart from the length[4] Went hunting for the short-arse version. None to be found at all[5] Now, people of whatever Debenhams shop I was in, bet you wish you stocked petites, don’t ya.

And while I’m in semi-moan mode[6] why is it that I’m forced to try on 3 different sizes in the hope of finding one that fits. Three! That’s like all you’re allowed to take into the dressing rooms in some shops.

Craziness I tells ya.

However, in the good news stakes I did finally get my hands on season three of The Wire. Just what I need to distract me from the depression that is the RWC[7] I get to watch the dvds with the ineffectual POlice and the drugs wasteland and the death and the killings. Yay!


Title from Epsiode 3 of The Wire
Linknotes:
  1. shocking altogether
  2. okay, so you gotta insert the card in the machine and then hide your PIN from the world, but still, easy baby.
  3. for work
  4. on account of all the giants that live in this modern age. Freaks!
  5. at all
  6. this in nowhere near a full blown moan, as you all know
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3 responses on I had such fuckin’ hopes for us

  1. I did a load of shopping before my hols and now, it's bloomin winter already so I gotta go out and buy warm clothes. I need to set myself a target re my credit cards (maybe when I should be cutting them up?)

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