Hats Of Meat. Ew. Who knew?
Remember all that abusing you did to your teddy bear way back when? Well, watch out: Teddy’s Revenge. (Thanks for the links, Hellcat! And everyone, check out her page–nicely done!)

In other news, I went shopping today, since I’m working four days next week at the Creative Assets office and exhausted all TWO of my biz casual outfits. Interesting trying to find clothes that are “nice” yet allow my personality to shine. I think I managed, despite shopping at the Oly Mall. I’m going to be wearing a fair amount of “skants” outfits–skirts layered over pants. I got this one skirt at Mervyn’s (Yes, Mervyns) that has a layer of red satiny stuff under a sheer zebra print top–how funny! I certainly won’t blend in at the office, will I? Heh. I also got one of those belts that looks like a seatbelt.

Shopping is such a strange thing–I hadn’t shopped in years (I had my “must buy every article of raver clothing I see!” spurt in ‘96, then have shopped very little since then), and then within the last couple months I’ve been more into purchasing clothes for myself. I always get this gross sort of consumer high that feels like media-reinenforced crack. “Must buy, must buy–I’m ugly/fat/undesirable unless I have this sweater/steering wheel cover/”bad kitty” g-string/etc.

Most interestingly, however, I found that at a department store I can only find clothes I like in the “Juniors” section. The “Young Miss” departments are all filled with pleated pants, marroon suit jackets, and “novelty” sweaters like elementary school teachers wear. “Oh, what should I put on today? I know, I’ll wear my sweater with the embroidered sequined snowflakes all over it!” What does it mean that, at 25, I’m still shopping for clothes designed for 15 year olds? They fit (pants size 9 or 11, shirts M), but I’m sure they don’t do much good in making me look older–me and my babyface and ridiculous taste in clothes. Look at my resume if you think I’m young and stupid. [sorry--getting testy]