he gingham swimsuit looked so bad on me! it arrived in the mail last night and i had an impromptu fashion show and hobbled back to the bedroom and threw it in a pile in the corner. i look like a troll doll. i'm going to have to return it.
maybe i'll just go to macy's.
i also just renewed my lease and have now officially given up trying to find a "charming" one bedroom that james could theoretically move into. everything is overpriced, gut renovated, or doesn't have closets or won't allow me a portable dishwasher. who knew i had such a love for a machine that can wash my cereal bowls? i'm irrational. i guess i don't *need* to go, so i'll spare myself the stress. even though, literally checking out fifty apartments was stress enough.