Twonky Me

I wanted to write about how the internet should be our saviour from the throw-away economy but I'm pissed off.

I'm at a new level of pissed off. I'm pissed off to the point I cant even stay on topic. I'm vain, well not vain but I'm extremely insecure about how I look.  I own one pair of trackies I can wear to work (one day per week) that are (were) a uniform colour, comfortable and neat.  I don't anymore and will have to be wearing them tomorrow. 

The other casualty of this is my (relatively) new jumper that I got as a birthday gift.  its now no longer very warm, overstretched and more pilled than Keith fucking Richards.  The pants are a mottled black thanks to the pilling on them from being put in the wash with things that shouldn't go in the wash with them.  The jumper (no longer fit for anything but the shed, but no good for the shed because inside the shed is fucking freezing) in only three months old and cost a bomb, mostly in freight.  The pants are three weeks old.

Who doesn't like nice things? I cant well expect that I'll just replace either item and it'll result in me begrudgingly sulking around in them feeling like a twonk.  Trying to be Mr rational and keep on keeping on but it's had when the 3 month old clothes (that I really like) now resemble the daggy ones that are a decade old.

Rant ends, I'm sitting up watching the laundry so that Mrs I.M will have clean clothes for work.  And making soup.

I.M