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
yeah, its so stupid. i can't understand why these clothes can't fit.
really.
why?
they're clothes, thats all they're meant to do – fit.
Its a conspiracy, only I don't know what it hopes to achieve
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?)