"Lay off me, I'm STARVING!"

Seriously. All I've eaten today was an OCP for breakfast (oh, unhealthy addiction!), a ham and CHEESE sandwhich at like 11am, and an asstastic "beef" Hot Pocket a couple hours ago. Needless to say, I'm about ready to start gnawing on my arm for sustenance. I did, however have some (mild) shopping success... at TJ Maxx, of all places. I found some decent shoes (Kenneth Cole) in the Large and In Charge shoe section (10 and up) and a possible top to wear with a skirt I already have to my dad's wedding (in THREE DAYS! AAAAHHH!). And I had a truly bizarre fitting-room experience. First, I was all but strip-searched by the nazi fitting-room-attendant, who must've accidentally sat on a hanger and gotten it stuck up there, 'cause she was a BITCH. So then I took my whopping three items to the nearest cubicle thingy and started doin' my thang, as that timeless classic "Mmm Bop" lilted ever so classily about the store, interrupted occaisionally by someone paging Phyllis to layaway. So I went about my bidness, swaying gently back and forth to the soothing sound stylings of Hanson... and only once I was completely topless did I realize that, due to my abnormal stature, the girls were on display for all to see OVER THE FUCKING MIDGI-DOOR. At this point it was far too late to care, so I just finished trying the shit on and then went on my merry (scary) way. Between this and clunking my head on the ceiling in the stairwell at the Grad House, I am NOT having a good Tall Day.

On a happier (eh?) note, I finally got my ".", which should at least put an end to the PMS (pissy, moody, stabby) of DOOM that I've had for over a week.