Whee, tax free week!

For some reason, I'm like the death of shirts. Shirts enter my house... and they don't come out. VERY annoying when you're, once again, down to reusing the three shirts you can find.

Oh, I do have a few more than that, but they tend to get stained. I spill food too easily. I love my parents, but they could've stood to help me more with my fine motor skills, particularily the ability to get fork to mouth without spilling. Or burger to mouth. Or dry bread to mouth. Or invisible cake to mouth. And it always stains. WATER stains my shirts, and they're pure fucking cotton!

Oh. And I need to buy a new bra or two. Mine are falling apart. Pity I can never buy bras in stores, but the only ones that approximate "fitting" aren't cotton or have itchy lace.

Oh, and Jenn? Stop buying me shoes. Yes, I know I keep wearing the falling apart ones, but they're comfy, and I have enough pairs of shoes now. Thanks for the ones you got, love 'em, but if you want to do something useful buy me a gift certificate to B&N (works in the college bookstore) or some metrocards. Or a few shirts.

Anyway, I'm off. Djusk' a!

Idea!

For years, if I lost something, my mother would tell me "Well, if it started walking it must be halfway to Jersey by now". And she was right! This is clearly where all my shirts have gone! By now, they've probably set up a commune devoted to clean living and freedom. In their spare time, they no doubt conduct raids to help liberate their sock, hat, scarf, and oh yes shirt brethren from bondage to humans. It's all so clear!

We will fight for clothing freedom
And hold our *untranslatable noun* high!
We will run free, up in Buffalo
Or die!

Shirts undone!