Sometimes arguing with strangers via Twitter/Twinkle is highly entertaining.

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I think I may hate wearing rain pants almost as much as I hate taking the bus.

I hate wearing pants enough as it is, and somehow I’m supposed to be okay with wearing TWO PAIRS OF PANTS AT ONCE? You’re kidding, right?

Naturally, I wore the stupid rain pants this morning and it didn’t rain on me. I did get some panicked looks from a staunchy oil tycoon when I started to strip off my layers in the parkade, but there was no way I was going to continue feeling like a sausage when I didn’t have to. I hate my rain pants. Wearing them makes me almost want to take the bus, but then I remember all the reasons I hate taking the bus and then I just want to crawl back into bed. I need a job that’ll let me work from home when it rains. Those exist, right?

Yesterday I was a very, very bad girl. I had excellent intentions – go to the mall after work and a) drop off my Holga film, b) pick up my copy of Bioware’s new DS game, c) buy a new toothbrush. I did get all those things done, but somehow I also ended up with not one but TWO new pairs of boots, a fantastic green blazer with scary bear-clawed buttons, a see-through purple shirt for sluttin’, and two boxes of Q-Tips. There was a sale, see. I used to be really bad for this kind of splurging, but I’ve come a long way since my wayward spending days – but yesterday everything was just super and I was feeling flush and perhaps now I will feel pretty. I doubt it, but I can try.

Besides, look at these boots:

Feeling fabulous is almost better than feeling pretty.