2002-06-08 - 10:00 p.m.
Arrrgh. You know, no matter how well-adjusted I think I am by now about My Life as a Fat Girl, the first day of real summer clothing is always hard on me. Bleh. No more big comfy sweaters in which I can feel safely hidden. No more being able to turn to cool jackets to make an outfit. It's just me and my T-shirts and capri pants and all my lumps and jigglies out there for everyone to see. Sigh. It'll ge easier as the summer goes on, but those first few days... always a trial.
A frustrating day all around really. Allergies or stress or whatever have made my elbows break out in patches of eczema so nasty that at one point today they were actually bleeding, which made the salesgirl in the store I was in recoil in horror. Nice. Not only fat, but a fat scrofulous oozing leper at that... I resisted the urge to drool slightly and shamble closer to her, just to see what she would do.
Add to that a horror that no lesbian should be forced to experience, that of being told that her birkenstocks are such an old model that they no longer make the right kind of soles to resole them... oh the humanity.
And in other news, the World Cup continues. Mere words cannot convey the degree to which I fail to care about this.
I think I'll go to bed.
