Judgment Day

As i sit here in my igloo of an office i am pondering the fashion faux pas i struggle with on a regular basis. While it is usually fairly mild like chipped nailpolish, visible bra straps and wrinkled shirts (since i refuse to iron), today i have reached a new low. I think i have crossed over the line. The line that determines just how big a hole in the crotch of my jeans is appropriate for work. Like porn, this is really hard to define but you know it when you see it. I have been trying to buy new jeans for months now and it turns out that i am the perfect size 11 because all the stores sell too-tight 10s and way too loose 12s. However even though i sit here as a bit of a fashion victim today that will not stop fashion finger pointing that has become my weekly habit.


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