God, I hate shopping for clothes. I just dropped eighty bucks on two dress shirts and a nice pair of pants. Eighty bucks! Okay, so that’s really not all that bad. I guess. But I think I remember clothes being cheaper not too long ago. And I’m not talking back when I didn’t have to pay for them, though that was pretty sweet. No, really, I could go get a nice pair of khakis for twenty dollars. Now I need thirty, minimum, and that’s if I don’t mind them bursting into flames in a month or some crazy crap like that. And I guess I really don’t have it all that bad considering I’m a guy and my clothes are automatically cheaper, but still! Eighty bucks. That’s like sixteen McDonalds Value Meals. Or two weeks worth of groceries! Okay, fine, I have no room to bitch.
But I’m gonna do it anyway.
EIGHTY DOLLARS!!!!
Sigh.
I think I’m going to start a “Jason Needs New Clothes Fund.”
And this wouldn’t be a problem if I weren’t becoming too big for my britches. In two years I’ve put on almost four inches. Which isn’t all that bad considering I’m still skinny, but I just don’t like it. It’s not that I’m getting pudgy, hell no, I just don’t like having to buy new clothes because I all I do is sit around all day. Could be worse, I guess. I could have Shaun’sgut.