Graaaah another weekend without getting my car! I'm sure I seem like a spoiled brat for saying that, but let me explaaain. I never even thought my parents would buy me a car, okay. We didn't discuss it, I didn't even ask, I just thought it was a given that I'll buy one when I have some money. But then my dad said that I was getting a Honda Fit Sport. I was like whoa, shit! I'm getting a car, and a reasonably nice looking one at that? Amazing! But it has been weeks and we have not gotten it for several reasons including but not limited to: shitty economy, my mom's car needed a $5,000 repair, dad's car will need we-don't-know-how-much repair. Color me emo. It's not that I can't have a car wah wah, it's that it's so close and yet so far. ;__; I want you bad, car. I want you bad.
Today I got some stuff I ordered in the mail which is fun. I also got a clothes catalog. But not any clothes catalog. I guess someone told Lane Bryant I am fat. While I respect stores that cater to the bigger ladies, I have two main problems with Lane Bryant:
- Their shit is ugly.
- The dramatic clash between their models and their customers.
Being fat does not make you blind. Ugh. Torrid has sometimes-okay stuff, so I know it's possible for them to make not ugly shit. But they don't. I'm convinced they're sort of punishing the people that have to shop there, as an incentive to lose weight. I mean even their models don't look good in the fug clothes.
Which brings me to that. The people in the catalog honestly look like Amazonesses. They're plus-sized, sure, but they're basically typical catalog models but bigger. Not fat, just big. That is nooot the kind of ladies I see going into Lane Bryant. The models bon't have any stomach flab. The customes have rolls of it. I feel emo for people whose only options are Lane Bryant and Torrid. I'm still good with H&M kthx.
Now I have to go find something to do. I'm starting to hate weekends.
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