Pity me, sisters...
... For I have just been through your worst nightmare, the experience you would not inflict on your worst enemy, the experience that makes poking out an eye seem like painless bliss.
Pity me, for I have been bathing-suit shopping.
Pity me the hideous change-room lighting, designed to make your thighs look like cottage cheese left to ferment.
Pity me the execrable popularity of boy-shorts, and my confusion as to who the hell actually wears them.
Pity me the horizontal stripes, old-lady florals, and endless brown (???) selection.
Pity me the impossible choice between barely-there bikini and geriatric sailing-ship.
Pity me the price tag, so high that it made the guy (who bought $20 swim trunks four years ago and called it a day) gasp in shock.
Yea, o yea, pity me!
2 Comments:
geez and I was feeling sorry for myself just because I got two rejections.
This is worse. Yes, I pity you--unless that picture? is you.
Haha Kate - I wish!
Sorry about the rejections... that sucks.
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