So I want a new shirt. Just something to tide me over before I can start wearing sweaters again because I’m becoming a little sick of my endless supply of Old Navy $8 t-shirts. (I know. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of them, either). Gene and I went to the mall because I thought perhaps I’d luck out again at the Ann Taylor Outlet (the same place Mom bought my cute new jeans when she was here). And no dice.
Today’s trip to the Pretty People Mall takes the fugging cake, though. First, Fuck you, Macy’s for having a plus size department the size of a closet and then for putting it across from the PETITE department. And fuck you one more time for putting it next to the MATERNITY department. (I can see Mr. Macy’s President planning this: “Ehh, fat is fat, let’s put their muumuus next to the leprechaun department and as far away from the Godiva as possible.”).