That seems to be the first place I gain and lose weight. When I last lost it, some of my clothes started to not fit in ways I hadn't expected. Pants got too long, skirts looked limp.

But not this one. This one looked sleek and professional.

A little less so today. I ended up rushing this morning because the first white shirt I put on had a damaged snap, and then I hadn't put my lunch together yet, etc, etc.

Oops. I'll just have to shroud myself in a veil of fuckoff. Or wear my jacket around the office.

Oops. I'll just have to shroud myself in a veil of fuckoff.

Heh.

That would make a good perfume name. Veil of Fuckoff.

I used to be ungodly skinny (6' 3" and 140#). I tended to wear my pants rather high on my waist, because if I wore my pants at a normal height they'd ride on my hip bones and irritate my skin. Now that I weigh more, I wear my pants at the usual height, so I need pants with a shorter inseam than before.

The other day I rolled up the cuffs of my new jeans - haven't done that since I was a kid.

Yesterday I fit comfortably into a pair of jeans that I haven't worn for six months, so I was all kinds of "go team me!"

I used to be ungodly skinny (6' 3" and 140#)

That is ungodly. I consider myself about-to-be-underweight at 140.

Speaking of inseams, I have determined that I am not Lucy regular, nor Lucy tall. I am in the middle. This bugs. But I went with the tall, and will wear it with the running shoes.

I'm wearing my new cheery pink and white stripped kind of retro shirt this morning.

Sadly, this does not make it any less Monday, and I still need to go to work.

A wonderful, magical laser...

A laser which melts fat is being developed by scientists.

Experts from the Massachusetts General Hospital in the US said it could be used to treat heart disease, cellulite, and acne.

It also does laundry and taxes.

I'd like to stop yawning.

this does not make it any less Monday, and I still need to go to work.

I was trying to make it less Monday with the shiny boots, and that didn't work either.

Speaking of stripes, I recently learnt that this dress is a perfect fit in my size. I hate when that happens. Someone invite me to a wedding or something, okay?

sarameg - I'd like to stop yawning too. Caffeine doesn't seem to help. Why?

There are no asses in my family—wait, that's not right. There's at least two I can think of this morning.

Let me say instead that no one in my family has any booty to speak of.