SKINNY MOMENT!

MY PANTS FIT!!!

These being the button-fly blue jeans (very nice, really) that a roommate gave me sophomore year of Bennington. Now they don't fit quite as well as they did then, but I can breathe and the fly doesn't even gape!

And they didn't fit, at all, when I got home from school.

*V. PROUD OF SELF* ^__________________^

They're the only pair of blue jeans I own, and they ensure that I don't have to wear the Flowery Mom's Dress of Girly DOOM in the Purim spiel. Which is, by the by, tonight, which means that after that IT WILL BE OVER! NO MORE REHEARSALS WITH THE INCOMPETENT DIRECTOR WEEEEEEEEEE!

On a caps-lock-at-the-opposite-end-of-the-spectrum note, I just scheduled my road test, not for the middle of April, but for March 27th. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *hidesunderthedesk* And it's a Monday, so if I fail again I get to have my nervous breakdown during a seven-hour solo-closing shift at work. o.@;;;;;;;;;

But in the meantime, it's M'lah Sihfay and the Pants of Fire! *butt-dances*

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telepwen says: ...the antennae...and the wings...and your head...and the beer! It's gooooooood!

Also, for the record, I have for the first time in my life had a sip of beer--had sworn since being a small child that I never would--and I didn't hate it. Rather nice, actually.

Off to do...something. Possibly watch bad Star Trek.

Sadly, however, there is no mead. :/