I hate pants

I took the day off yesterday to go shopping for pants. I need pants for work, bad. It's so bad I literally have four pairs of work pants if you don't include the one pair of lame black slacks I bought at Goodwill out of desperation. They are too short and make me want to cry when I have to wear them on Dirty Laundry Day. They seriously qualify as highwaters. Apparently I am currently an in-between-odd-size because everything I tried on was either two tight on the ass or gaping at the waist. It seems I am also a weird height because all the pants were either past my feet or skimming my ankles. After hours of shopping I went home empty handed, what a bust! I long for a day when I can work from home in my pajama pants, they always fit like a dream.

so dreamy

I checked my personals profile last night and discovered I got a "wink" from this man. Winks are free, he didn't even want to use his credits to contact me. Ain't life grand?!

me likee

According to my sources, I may or may not be developing some like for a Mormon. Yikes. Just say we were to get married, I wonder if I would have to share him with other wives? It's a joke people, I know they stopped practicing polygamy in 1890. Here's a post from another one of my favorite blogs regarding polygamy. I really like her point, "the only reason the church stopped sanctioning polygamy was because the government told them they had to. So… God was wrong? God answers to the American government?" I think I'll use some of her arguments if he tries to get me to convert. Because being in like with someone is obviously one tiny step away from getting married in a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints temple.