ilona the pest

insecurity + narcissism = awesome!

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

updates: rash, jeans, bacon, friends...

my rash was getting itchier and itchier over the past few days, so i finally abandoned the stupid claritin and bought some benadryl at safeway. that seems to be doing the trick, although i feel verrrry sleepy and out of it. i want to take a nap all the time. but i guess it's worth it because my arms aren't itching anymore.

(2) my new, one-size-down x-girl jeans arrived - and they were still too big. not, like, i'm swimming in them, or anything, but definitely a looser fit than i was looking for. so i washed & dried them, in violation of the care instructions on the tag, in hopes of some miraculous shrinkage -- and they're still too big. wtf. am i just skinnier than i think? (sorry if that sounds like the annoying kind of skinny-girl comment that makes you want to slap her.) or maybe x-girl sizes are just weird. anyway now i'm not sure what to do, 'cause i can't return them. i guess i'll try washing and drying (on high, high heat) once more, and if that doesn't work, well, i'll have a back-up pair of baggy jeans in case i feel the urge to attend a rave or a hip-hop concert.

also, my white jeans just came back from the tailor, so i might even wear them to class tomorrow if i can get up the courage to be that cool. he's holding my dark blue habitual jeans hostage for another day, though, 'cause they were still a little too long. it was amusing and awesome when the middle-aged, extremely-thick-accented asian guy, in his dimly lit tailor shop in the tenderloin, as he examined the fit, told me confidently, "with skinny jeans, you don't want them to be too long." this guy clearly knows what he's doing.

(3) i'm making bee bacon for an afternoon snack for like the 6th day in a row. is there a twelve-step program for this? actually, if loving bee bacon is wrong i don't want to be right.

(4) thanks to all the nice people wrote or called and told me reassuring things after my plaintive cry for help over the weekend. i just need to feel loved. might as well face it, i'm addicted to love (and bee bacon).

crap, i just scratched my arm.


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