aaaargh! i'm so pissed off right now! i just went out shopping and couldn't find virtually anything. and i went in a couple swanky stores and the biggest sizes they had were large, and a fashion store's size L is more like a normal M or S. it just boggles my mind when stores don't even carry XL. i mean, what the fuck? am i really that freakishly fat, or is everyone else just that skinny? and on top of that, everyone stares at me like i'm a freak and they can't figure out what i'm doing there. so i went to lane bryant and their selection is so disappointing, it's pathetic. out of the whole freaking store i saw maybe two t-shirts i liked, and they were thirty bucks. no, not for a t-shirt, sorry. i try going to the "normal" more fashionable shops with more stylish clothes, but the largest size they carry is maybe a 9, and nothing but waify little teenagers are there, but in places like lane bryant, everything's so drab and school-teacherish and obviously made for older women. it's like i'm trying to give these people my money, and they don't want it. okay, so if you're a larger-than-average young woman who wants to be fashionable what do you do? just die???
no, you go to thrift stores. i went to modern exchange because i love it there. there was a really nice young guy working there who gave me a cd of his band...surf music, rockabilly stuff, it actually doesn't suck. the whole time i was looking around, there's this crazy old large lady with like knee-length gray hair who looks kinda homeless standing around and i dunno why. she kinda creeped me out from the beginning, because as soon as i came in the guy said hi to me and she started staring me down and wouldn't look away for like 2 minutes until she started talking to the guy again. she kept talking to him about all kinds of stupid shit, like how she doesn't understand why we can't just kill everyone in the middle east.
i picked out this cute kind of nautical-looking navy blue button-up top with a white collar and sleeve...edges, whatever they're called. nice guy is thrilled that i picked it out and goes on and on about how cute he thinks it is (this makes me think he might be gay, but who cares). i also got some cute nautical scarves to go with it. so, i go to check out and lay my purchases on the counter and nice guy is telling me all about some famous rockabilly singer guy from montreal that's gonna be there on saturday, and there's gonna be some kind of hot rod car show (i guess from my purchases he thought i was all about rockabilly shit or something) and then he tells me again how cute he thinks the top i'm buying is. meanwhile, the crazy old lady he's been talking to is still standing there, staring at me and standing uncomfortably close. and all of a sudden in her loud, obnoxious voice she points to my top and says "WILL IT EVEN FIT YOU?!" i was kinda taken aback by her utter brashness and lack of tact, and was quickly growing embaressed, so i said as politely as i could "yes, i think so." then this psycho bitch has the audacity to lay her hands on MY shit and start looking for the size tag and says "OH, IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A SIZE." then looks at me again. "i think it will fit," i say again. "probably be skin-tight," she mutters looking me over. CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THIS BITCH? by now i was beet red, from embaressment and from being so enraged that this bitch thinks she knows all about my size and what i should wear that i want to stab her in the eyeball. oh, there was some definite eyeball-stabbing going on in my mind.
the nice guy said "come back soon, i get new stuff all the time, and the cool stuff like the stuff you like is always the first to go." then crazy bitch says "yeah, i want me a camoflage suit! but they're all made of see-through stuff. which is fine for men, 'cause they ain't got nothin' up top no ways." so i thank him and quickly leave. what the fuck? i was so pissed i wanted to decapitate anyone and everyone who crossed my path for about an hour afterward. i wanted to run back in and bludgeon that fucking skrag to death with a lead pipe until her head was just a concave bloody pulp filled with teeth. but i tried to keep in mind that the stupid whore probably had serious mental health issues. i mean, a camoflage suit? what the fuck?
no, you go to thrift stores. i went to modern exchange because i love it there. there was a really nice young guy working there who gave me a cd of his band...surf music, rockabilly stuff, it actually doesn't suck. the whole time i was looking around, there's this crazy old large lady with like knee-length gray hair who looks kinda homeless standing around and i dunno why. she kinda creeped me out from the beginning, because as soon as i came in the guy said hi to me and she started staring me down and wouldn't look away for like 2 minutes until she started talking to the guy again. she kept talking to him about all kinds of stupid shit, like how she doesn't understand why we can't just kill everyone in the middle east.
i picked out this cute kind of nautical-looking navy blue button-up top with a white collar and sleeve...edges, whatever they're called. nice guy is thrilled that i picked it out and goes on and on about how cute he thinks it is (this makes me think he might be gay, but who cares). i also got some cute nautical scarves to go with it. so, i go to check out and lay my purchases on the counter and nice guy is telling me all about some famous rockabilly singer guy from montreal that's gonna be there on saturday, and there's gonna be some kind of hot rod car show (i guess from my purchases he thought i was all about rockabilly shit or something) and then he tells me again how cute he thinks the top i'm buying is. meanwhile, the crazy old lady he's been talking to is still standing there, staring at me and standing uncomfortably close. and all of a sudden in her loud, obnoxious voice she points to my top and says "WILL IT EVEN FIT YOU?!" i was kinda taken aback by her utter brashness and lack of tact, and was quickly growing embaressed, so i said as politely as i could "yes, i think so." then this psycho bitch has the audacity to lay her hands on MY shit and start looking for the size tag and says "OH, IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A SIZE." then looks at me again. "i think it will fit," i say again. "probably be skin-tight," she mutters looking me over. CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THIS BITCH? by now i was beet red, from embaressment and from being so enraged that this bitch thinks she knows all about my size and what i should wear that i want to stab her in the eyeball. oh, there was some definite eyeball-stabbing going on in my mind.
the nice guy said "come back soon, i get new stuff all the time, and the cool stuff like the stuff you like is always the first to go." then crazy bitch says "yeah, i want me a camoflage suit! but they're all made of see-through stuff. which is fine for men, 'cause they ain't got nothin' up top no ways." so i thank him and quickly leave. what the fuck? i was so pissed i wanted to decapitate anyone and everyone who crossed my path for about an hour afterward. i wanted to run back in and bludgeon that fucking skrag to death with a lead pipe until her head was just a concave bloody pulp filled with teeth. but i tried to keep in mind that the stupid whore probably had serious mental health issues. i mean, a camoflage suit? what the fuck?
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I was in a charity shop buying up sandy coloured clothes for a prop in a play I was working on at college, and this woman just came up and said 'That won't fit you!'. I remember mumbling something about it being for a play.
If it happened now I woulda told the rude bitch to fuck off and mind her own business.
stores on highend sides that i like that carrup above a 10 that i know would accomadate you would be lacoste,eddie bauer,banana republic,j.crew. good luck lil mama. im gonna reread this and repost more stuff in a bit. ive gotten so much from old navy and heres a tip, sometimes you can get sweeeeeeeeeet maternity tops that are long enough to be short dresses that are empire from places. or you could wear it with skinny jeans and fierce boots or slingbacks. ya knw?