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Nov. 8th, 2008 04:09 pmIf you're complaining that it's not your fault that the dress you're planning on wearing to this banquet and dance thing (that I'm skipping) at this conference makes you bust out at the. . . bust because it belongs to your size zero roommate, maybe that's a sign that IT DOESN'T FIT YOU. I hate when people don't know how to dress. Sure, it's cute, but the cute is canceled out by the fact that it's clingy and makes your stomach fat roll out. Blech.
There's nothing on TV for me to go workout for at least part of my time in the fitness room here at the hotel right now, but otherwise I have to stay here and listen to all the "Oh, but what if I wear this one? Or this one? Ooh, that's sooo cute!" nastiness. And it feels like I'm losing an hour because I've really got nothing else to do for the next almost-hour (at some point I have to make some concession towards the dressing up we were instructed to do by putting on my several-sizes-too-big pants and the long sleeved colorful shirt I wore a few weeks ago just to class).
There's nothing on TV for me to go workout for at least part of my time in the fitness room here at the hotel right now, but otherwise I have to stay here and listen to all the "Oh, but what if I wear this one? Or this one? Ooh, that's sooo cute!" nastiness. And it feels like I'm losing an hour because I've really got nothing else to do for the next almost-hour (at some point I have to make some concession towards the dressing up we were instructed to do by putting on my several-sizes-too-big pants and the long sleeved colorful shirt I wore a few weeks ago just to class).
