Sons of bitches, man!

Since I work from home, I hardly ever get dressed. When you sit in your room taking phone calls all day (not of the dirty variety) (okay sometimes of the dirty variety, but only because the preeverts [I don't know, I say it that way in my head to be funny?] apparently don't know how to go online and get actual porn for free) it seems like a waste of time to get dressed. And I mean both time actually putting on clothes, AND the time it takes to launder said clothes. So today I got off work and decided to leave the house. I was going to go to Target and buy a new coffee grinder and then probably make some impulse purchases. I was maybe going to get some makeup remover, as much as it pains me to say that. I don't wear makeup but I DID finally buy a thingie of mascara and I accidentally got the waterproof kind and it's nigh-on impossible to remove even with two different kinds of soap and 5 gallons of water. They aren't joking, I guess.

So I got dressed, but then I decided I should take a picture. I like when bloggy people take pictures of their outfits every day, and being a woman of the large persuasion I figured I might add a little fatshion to the internet. But then I took like 9 gazillion photos with the self-timer and EVERY SINGLE ONE came out blurry. And my gay-ass camera doesn't just keep taking them, you have to grab the camera and reset the timer every time. Which was dumb of me, because all I did was make myself madder and madder. And then it started to rain, so I decided to skip Target, took my clothes off, and hung them all back up and sat down. And now that I look out the window, it isn't raining anymore. But do I really feel like getting dressed again?

Wow, BIG DAY here in the Alison household. Jesus.