Capri pants are the devil's minion
Jun. 29th, 2006 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
listersgirlIt feels like Friday. I mean, the inner fibres of my body are convinced that it's Friday. It also, from my perspective of not actually having any windows to the outside, but having windows across the library that look out onto the hall that overlooks the atrium which is lit by a skylight 9 stories up, seems extremely dark out. It's a dark and stormy Friday.
I've decided that the reason that it's no longer sunny -- if, in fact, this is even true, and it's not just that a plane is currently passing over the skylight -- is that yesterday I broke down and purchased my first ever pair of capri pants.
This is not to say that I am refuting my long-held belief that capri pants are a supremely unattractive piece of clothing, on pretty much everybody.
This is also not to say that these particular capri pants do anything but make me feel lumpy and ugly, as all capri pants do.
It is just that the evil demon known as heat rash on my fat thighs has finally beaten me down, and given the pain of choosing between shorts and capri pants, I went with the ones that don't compound the misery by also flashing my pale and jiggly skin to the universe, i.e. the capri pant.
So, to wit, and perhaps as a small consolation for the part of my soul that died yesterday at the cash register, the sun has gone away for a moment, and the capri pants can stay on the shelf.
Or, more likely, the air-conditioned office is messing with my brain, and it's just as muggy and sweaty outside as always. FINE.
I've decided that the reason that it's no longer sunny -- if, in fact, this is even true, and it's not just that a plane is currently passing over the skylight -- is that yesterday I broke down and purchased my first ever pair of capri pants.
This is not to say that I am refuting my long-held belief that capri pants are a supremely unattractive piece of clothing, on pretty much everybody.
This is also not to say that these particular capri pants do anything but make me feel lumpy and ugly, as all capri pants do.
It is just that the evil demon known as heat rash on my fat thighs has finally beaten me down, and given the pain of choosing between shorts and capri pants, I went with the ones that don't compound the misery by also flashing my pale and jiggly skin to the universe, i.e. the capri pant.
So, to wit, and perhaps as a small consolation for the part of my soul that died yesterday at the cash register, the sun has gone away for a moment, and the capri pants can stay on the shelf.
Or, more likely, the air-conditioned office is messing with my brain, and it's just as muggy and sweaty outside as always. FINE.
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Date: 2006-06-30 02:07 am (UTC)