Stuff, stuff, and more stuff. My mom bought a new, bigger TV, presumably so she can watch even more tube, as if that is possible. I'm disgusted with the idea. I'm having some serious life philosophy issues, so bear with me. My mother- I love her, but sometimes I just want to tell her to get her act together- don't buy stuff you don't need, eat healthier, don't watch so much TV, get off those antidepressants, talk more to your kids. The kind of advice I should be giving myself, really.
None of my pants fit me anymore, not even the baggiest, saggiest ones in the back of the closet. Someone help me, please.