September 22nd, 2004

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A post about my sweater, and then something more important

This is a post about my sweater. Today I debuted the new sweater to the world. It's lovely, really, a light gage, black body and hot pink sleaves, with a kicky little bow separating the two colors. Sadly, I think it might be a touch too small. Seriously. I'm a little freaked out that it's too small, cause, it well, it does something very unflattering: it clings, a bit. As in, to the flab. As in, doesn't leave any room for error, and since I'm made up of mostly error, that can't be a good thing.

I'm trying to remember why I bought the sweater. I know I purchased it in July at the evil empire of department stores, Macy's. Honestly, I think I bought it, without trying it on, mind, because it was such a good deal. It was marked down 75 percent. And then I had a "Shopping Pass" (evil department stores never call them coupons). And really, should I not need so much room to breathe in my clothes, I'm sure it would look quite lovely.

Because it was summer I wasn't in a sweater mood, so I saved it until today. Also, I think there's something nice about having one new thing in your closet that you haven't worn, because then it's like a treat the first day you wear it. Saving something for a day when you need a boost. Today I just needed something to cover me, as I haven't had time to do laundry this week.

So now I'm wearing a sweater that's too small. And since my favorite skirt was in the laundry pile as well, I just went with the first one without wrinkles that would match, which, I'm afraid, is also a touch too small.

Such is life. This will teach me that I must try on clothes at the store before I buy them. I hate trying on clothes. There's nothing more uncomfortable than being in a smelly dressing room in your underpants, listening to strange women bitch about their lives, as you all struggle to fit into overpriced clothing, the and have to see the results in a full-length mirror, mind. I'm just going to have to suck it up and deal.

In the mean time, me and my sweater will be spending the evening registering students to vote. In that vein, I'm going to end my post on this note, sweater woes aside:

If you're not already registered, try and do so by the second week in October, before the deadline passes. I don't care who you vote for, just get registered, and then on November 2 get your butt to the poles. If you don't register, you can't vote. Millions of young women did not vote in the last election, and that's pretty damn sad. Yesterday during the voter registration drive, I met with a lot of apathy and a few snarly, "I'm not political, is that okay with you?" comments. No, actually, it's not okay. I'm not asking that anyone run for office, or get involved in campaigns. I'm asking people to make a choice. Care, just a little bit, about who runs this country. Give yourself the right to complain, if you need to look at it from that angle. Just vote, please.

Okay, getting off my soap box now, me and my too small sweater will return to our regularly scheduled programing.
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What Do You Mean I Have To Give The Monkey Back?

At work this week, I got a monkey. Actually a stuffed Gorilla, as a sort of a "Special Award for Services to the School." The idea being that I worked hard, even with "a monkey on my back" as it were. Except, get this: I have to give the monkey to someone else next week. Aparently he's a traveling monkey. How much does that suck? Just when I was getting attached. I had plans for that monkey.
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