h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I need new pants.

I need new pants that fit.

I need new pants that fit and that don't look like they've been made by an industrial canvas fitter.

"Ah Ha" I hear. "She's a big girl" And yes, you would be right. I am a big girl. I have big hips, big legs, big thighs, a big bum and big boobs. But they're not the topic of discussion today so they're inconsequential. Yes, I am a big girl. Somewhere around size 22 in Australian sizes. Though I'm tall, so I don't fully look it.

Listen to me, making excuses.

Anyway. I had to go pants shopping today. Personally, I loathe clothes shopping. I try to avoid people as much as possible and the prospect of going into a store entirely staffed by girls who've never been over a size six in their lives to try on clothes whilst they stand outside the changerooms and call "So how's it going?" when I'm trying to fit what approximates to an 'Xtra Large' (ie an inch more material than a 'small') over my hips fills me with loathing, fear and dread.

There is around about a dozen clothes stores in my local shopping center. Including the men's clothing store and the sports clothing store. I found one pair of pants that _just_ fit. So I got them because my ever trusty cargoes are on their last legs. Literally. And there's nothing better at making a person feel worse about themselves than walking into a store with racks and racks of clothing, only to be able to find one article that fits them.

I hate clothes shopping.

Try being a short-arse. Me and my sister have spent whole days shopping and not found a single pair of trousers which fit...

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Oh yes, and hello!
I always forget that bit...

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Hello!

*chuckles* I think everyone has difficulties with clothes. Except the pre-pubescent, perfectly sized Britney clones...

Good grief you're up early!!

Anyway, yes mostly agree with that, except there are bigger people who find it fairly easy...

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Early? It's eight thirty already. This is LATE for me Considering I'm up for work at around half five every weekday morning!

That is scary! Why do you have to get up so early?

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I generally start work at 8am, and I have to get into the CBD by that time. The unfortunate thing is that Sydney traffic is horrendous, and what should be a half hour long trip can take anywhere up to or over forty-five minutes. I like to get into work early, so I end up having to leave the house at about six fourty five am *chuckles* I'm a masochist.

Good grief!!
That is scary... remind me not to work in a city... Not that I want to anyway.

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I can honestly say it's worth it though. I'm an early riser by nature, and I like starting early because it means I leave work a full hour earlier than almost everyone else. Thus giving me time to do all of those important after work things.

Like getting on the internet.

Now you're really scaring me!
I do like being up early though... no one else is up and the day is still young and all the rest of that sort of rubbish authors make up.
But getting on the internet is very important!

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Of course getting on the internet is trés important. Why, if it wasn't for the ninternet, we wouldn't have such wonderful places as h2g2 to whittle away those long hours between waking up and falling asleep again. ^.^

remember:

everybody is equal, unique and beautifull,
but never expect normal person,
because normal is like time relative


me
is insane sane, abnormal normal as you see an living oxymoron

I am such professor I forgot

whatever you wear you are 100% beautifull!!!!
be yourself!!!!

And h2g2 is very very important indeed!

Hi Pheloxi!

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I feel completely faboo today. I think I was just having a bad day. I'm over it now though.

Oh good! It's always nice to have a good day.
How's the new year going so far then?

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I'm a day closer to my eighteenth birthday...That's all I care about ^.^

Cool, when are you eighteen?

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On the eighth of March. And thus the countdown begins *laughs*.

I think the funniest part about it all is that I'm the youngest person where I work, so everyone's decided they've got to throw a gigantic p*ss-up for my birthday. I think it's just another excuse to go out and get drunk.