You know what catty feels like?

[apocalypsos]

Walking into Target in painted-on jeans, black high-heeled boots and a pretty pink top looking damn good and seeing Cute Guy With Girlfriend and Baby walking out of the store with said girlfriend (who has a reputation for being a bit of a raging hag) while she's looking like a sloppy, unwashed bitchy mess twice my weight.

And then going in and buying extra-small pajama bottoms and a size-6 pink skirt. BECAUSE THEY FIT.

I'm generally not catty about being skinny, but sometimes it totally warrants it. *beams*

Ways in which I fail at fandom: I have yet to see a full episode of either Friday Night Lights or Life On Mars (and I do plan to watch both when I get the time to watch 'em). Meanwhile I watched all of Top Design even though it sucks and am now watching Shear Genius's premiere. (HA! The premise might suck but the judges for this show are so fabulously bitchy. Also, DR. BOOGIE. Seriously, that may never stop making me smile. EDIT: I'm quickly realizing that while I'm not sure I like the premise, I adore the contestants.)

*pokes friends list*

I'm procrastinating. Wanna ask me a question? :)