So, walking down the street in Chelsea today, wearing my new Rufus mug shot tee and holding the new Cyndi Lauper cd in my hand, I just thought: This is the gayest moment ever.
Why, you might ask, did I go to Chelsea? Besides to get the new Cyndi album (I'm depressed, it was on sale)- I went to pick up some new pants for work. See, with my happy happy weight loss, my pants have started to basically fall off my ass. Even with my belt, the situation was rather pathetic. So, new pants.
The pants I have now are all a 38 waist. The pants I had to buy today? 34.
That's four pant sizes, kids!! Granted, I have only heartbreak, sorrow and pain to thank for it, but still? yaay!
-rick
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