Shopping

I hate shopping. More specifically, I hate shopping for clothes. Well, it turns out that apparently, since I've been working out so often these last few weeks, my favorite pants (yes, that’s right, my absolute favorite pants) don't fit me anymore. They’re just too loose on me. Damnit. I keep thinking that I'm going to bulk up enough to fit back into those pants...but I just can’t seem to put that much muscle on me (and not to say that I want to…I want to tone, but not gain mass muscle). But, either way, it's not looking so good. So what does that mean? That means that I have to find my way to the mall and buy more clothes. Lovely...

There is nothing I hate more than having to shop for clothes for myself. I have no patience when it comes to shopping for clothes. And hey, don’t get me wrong, I can go with the girls to the mall to hang out and shop, but let’s be honest, I’m not really looking for anything in particular and it’s more about the company than anything else…and I have no problem with that. But it’s when I actually need to go shopping to find something that I actually hate shopping. Haha. Because, seriously, whenever I go shopping…that’s when everyone and their mother seems to be out and about trying to annoy the hell out of me. Yeah, it’s the worst. And how do you expect me to have the patience to shop when I have to deal with stupid people? You all know how much I hate stupid people.

Anyway, I don’t know when I’m going to find the time to hit the mall and do some shopping (because I can’t say that I’m all that excited)…but ugh, it’s gotta be soon.