i dont wanna hear another damn song about what anybody got in their damn jeans.
especially since i went to buy a couple of pairs, brought them home, and realized
i can no longer fit in the size, none of your damn business, jeans anymore!
now i have tried to talk myself into returning them all together
rather than purchasing the correct size.
that would just be admitting that im a fat ass. NO, not a PHAT ass. but in every literal
sense possible.
and if i admit that i'm that size - then my whole closet full of hopefulness will need to be thrown away.
am i ready for that committement? i dont think so.
so my next best bet is to -- take back the pants, and get the jeans that i have (with worn thigh prints)
mended at the cleaners for a 3rd of the price.
jean song singers: beware.
Friday, December 02, 2005
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2 comments:
I hear you! The only reason I started going to the gym in the first place was due to my refusal to buy larger pants. I wore dresses and skirts all summer.
Girl, not only do I feel your thigh frictioned pain...i am just plain tired of hearing bad music.
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