I went to a party last night, and had an amazing time. The party was for the cast and crew of the film I'm working on as a Makeup Artist.
I laughed so hard my face hurt. I met some awesome people that were creative, smart, talented, and funny.
It was awesome to just going to a party and not feeling like you're the fat girl
but just feeling like a girl.
Feeling happy and loved and enjoying and loving everyone around you is such a great feeling it can keep you high for days.
Love is better then any drug, even if it's taken in small doses.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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Friday, July 16, 2010
An Interruption
So, I was just sitting here enjoying my new Jen Lancaster book, My Fair Lazy, when something interrupted my thoughts. I went shopping yesterday. Well, actually, I went selling and returning, which ended up with me coming home with the same amount of clothing I left with, and only a couple dollars down. One of the things I came home with was new, and the rest was old stuff that I had tried to hawk at the plus size resale store.
I woke up yesterday wanting to enjoy some air conditioning, and what better way then to try and sell off your old shit and get some new stuff at the mall? I packed a small bag with some old Lane Bryant and Avenue shirts that I don't really wear anymore, and went off to Clothes Mentor in hopes of raking in a little money. I dropped my bag off, and looked at the selection of clothes in my size, and left after they told me it would be an hour and a half before they could provide me with an offer.
I proceeded to drive down to the mall and return a pair of 'jeggings' to Lane Bryant that didn't look very good on me. I got the go ahead for $22.00 of store credit, and went on to look around at the options available to me. The clearance racks provided nothing cute in my size. I liked some of the dresses, but they were WAY more expensive then $22.00. I wandered over to a rack with some plain black scoop neck tee shirts hanging. The shirt had a small breast pocket. Kind of similar to those shirts you can get at wal-mart, in packages of 3 for less then $5.00. I felt the shirt. It was very soft. I decided to check the price. $26.50. What the fuck? I decided to try it on.
It looked great on. It was long enough, lightweight, soft, and black. I loved it. I decided to get the shirt. While I was searching the store, I found another shirt that looked like it might look good on me. It was black, with little slits down the short sleeves, and it had a british sequined flag on the front. I checked the price on that one. $59.50. SERIOUSLY? $60.00 for a ripped tee shirt? You've got to be fucking kidding me. I don't get how the same thing, at another store, can be almost fifty dollars cheaper. People always say that plus size clothes are so expensive because they take more fabric to make. I call bullshit. If I can shop at Wal-mart and get something extremely similar to your $59.50 bullshit brit tee, then why the fuck would I go to you, Lane Bryant (and Avenue, Torrid, & Macy's) when I can go there? I'll tell you why.
The pain and trauma of having to deal with Wal-mart and it's patrons, is enough for me to avoid, and pay the extravagant price of $59.50 for a bullshit brit tee. Every time I go to that godforsaken superstore, I leave wanting to commit multiple homicides. I'm not kidding. If I ever get a gun, your ass is now responsible for keeping me well the fuck away from a Wal-mart.
First of all, the place is huge! As a fat girl, I rarely have the desire to walk half a mile just to grocery shop, and pick up some tampons. Secondly, the place is filled with people. At any hour of the day, there is always a long ass line waiting to check out, and the aisles are always full of some kind of dumbass, who can't find the mac & cheese. The people of walmart website wasn't created out of sheer imagination! That shit is REAL. Lastly, the bathrooms fucking suck, and every time I am there, I have to take a shit. That place makes me so fucking ill that it's almost inevitable that I will have an episode where going to the bathroom is unavoidable. Even if I just went at the gas station on the way there, Wal-mart makes me sick enough to have to go. Sometimes I wish I could sue Wal-mart for pain and suffering, but I'd somehow end up to blame.
So yeah, charge me a shit ton for a bullshit brit tee, if only to save me from the devil that is Wal-Mart.
I didn't buy the brit tee, I got the black scoop neck super-soft breast pocket tee that I originally decided on. A bit extravagant, yes, but why not? I had $22.00 store credit! And, I still had to go back to Clothes Mentor to get PAID BITCHES!
So with my new shirt in my recycled bag, I get back into my air conditioned car, and drive back down the road to the fat chick resale store to pick up my moolah, and my rejects. I was a bit early on their hour and a half time frame, so I found a slightly shady spot to park, and read a little bit of The Liars' Club, by Mary Karr. I got 11 pages in, and decided to go on over and see if they were ready for me.
I go into the little store that smells of a garage sale and cheetos, and walk up to the counter with a smile on my face. A size 2 (not Torrid 2, actual 2) comes up in her short shorts and her boobie poppin' cami, and says "Name please?" I look at her, tell her my name, and wait for the cash to start rolling in on these super awesome shirts I'd brought to them to resell. I was extremely disappointed when I saw my bag, still full to bursting, put on the counter in front of me. One shirt was folded neatly next to it, and the size 2 says to me "I can offer you $3.00 for this shirt. We can't take the rest of these due to some light wear." I took the money, and my shitty, barely worn clothes, and left in a bit of a huff.
It was 98 degrees outside, and all I had wanted was a bit of cash to enjoy a nice evening at the sushi buffet, and a new shirt. Well, I got my new shirt, but at a price. And, no sushi for me.
After this somewhat disappointing day, I went home, proceeded to strip down to my knickers and my new tee shirt, and sit in front of the fan reading my book, and drinking from an ice cold liter bottle of water.
All in all, still a better time then spending 20 minutes in Wal-Mart, any given day.
I woke up yesterday wanting to enjoy some air conditioning, and what better way then to try and sell off your old shit and get some new stuff at the mall? I packed a small bag with some old Lane Bryant and Avenue shirts that I don't really wear anymore, and went off to Clothes Mentor in hopes of raking in a little money. I dropped my bag off, and looked at the selection of clothes in my size, and left after they told me it would be an hour and a half before they could provide me with an offer.
I proceeded to drive down to the mall and return a pair of 'jeggings' to Lane Bryant that didn't look very good on me. I got the go ahead for $22.00 of store credit, and went on to look around at the options available to me. The clearance racks provided nothing cute in my size. I liked some of the dresses, but they were WAY more expensive then $22.00. I wandered over to a rack with some plain black scoop neck tee shirts hanging. The shirt had a small breast pocket. Kind of similar to those shirts you can get at wal-mart, in packages of 3 for less then $5.00. I felt the shirt. It was very soft. I decided to check the price. $26.50. What the fuck? I decided to try it on.
It looked great on. It was long enough, lightweight, soft, and black. I loved it. I decided to get the shirt. While I was searching the store, I found another shirt that looked like it might look good on me. It was black, with little slits down the short sleeves, and it had a british sequined flag on the front. I checked the price on that one. $59.50. SERIOUSLY? $60.00 for a ripped tee shirt? You've got to be fucking kidding me. I don't get how the same thing, at another store, can be almost fifty dollars cheaper. People always say that plus size clothes are so expensive because they take more fabric to make. I call bullshit. If I can shop at Wal-mart and get something extremely similar to your $59.50 bullshit brit tee, then why the fuck would I go to you, Lane Bryant (and Avenue, Torrid, & Macy's) when I can go there? I'll tell you why.
The pain and trauma of having to deal with Wal-mart and it's patrons, is enough for me to avoid, and pay the extravagant price of $59.50 for a bullshit brit tee. Every time I go to that godforsaken superstore, I leave wanting to commit multiple homicides. I'm not kidding. If I ever get a gun, your ass is now responsible for keeping me well the fuck away from a Wal-mart.
First of all, the place is huge! As a fat girl, I rarely have the desire to walk half a mile just to grocery shop, and pick up some tampons. Secondly, the place is filled with people. At any hour of the day, there is always a long ass line waiting to check out, and the aisles are always full of some kind of dumbass, who can't find the mac & cheese. The people of walmart website wasn't created out of sheer imagination! That shit is REAL. Lastly, the bathrooms fucking suck, and every time I am there, I have to take a shit. That place makes me so fucking ill that it's almost inevitable that I will have an episode where going to the bathroom is unavoidable. Even if I just went at the gas station on the way there, Wal-mart makes me sick enough to have to go. Sometimes I wish I could sue Wal-mart for pain and suffering, but I'd somehow end up to blame.
So yeah, charge me a shit ton for a bullshit brit tee, if only to save me from the devil that is Wal-Mart.
I didn't buy the brit tee, I got the black scoop neck super-soft breast pocket tee that I originally decided on. A bit extravagant, yes, but why not? I had $22.00 store credit! And, I still had to go back to Clothes Mentor to get PAID BITCHES!
So with my new shirt in my recycled bag, I get back into my air conditioned car, and drive back down the road to the fat chick resale store to pick up my moolah, and my rejects. I was a bit early on their hour and a half time frame, so I found a slightly shady spot to park, and read a little bit of The Liars' Club, by Mary Karr. I got 11 pages in, and decided to go on over and see if they were ready for me.
I go into the little store that smells of a garage sale and cheetos, and walk up to the counter with a smile on my face. A size 2 (not Torrid 2, actual 2) comes up in her short shorts and her boobie poppin' cami, and says "Name please?" I look at her, tell her my name, and wait for the cash to start rolling in on these super awesome shirts I'd brought to them to resell. I was extremely disappointed when I saw my bag, still full to bursting, put on the counter in front of me. One shirt was folded neatly next to it, and the size 2 says to me "I can offer you $3.00 for this shirt. We can't take the rest of these due to some light wear." I took the money, and my shitty, barely worn clothes, and left in a bit of a huff.
It was 98 degrees outside, and all I had wanted was a bit of cash to enjoy a nice evening at the sushi buffet, and a new shirt. Well, I got my new shirt, but at a price. And, no sushi for me.
After this somewhat disappointing day, I went home, proceeded to strip down to my knickers and my new tee shirt, and sit in front of the fan reading my book, and drinking from an ice cold liter bottle of water.
All in all, still a better time then spending 20 minutes in Wal-Mart, any given day.
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