Fat Girl Rant and Columbo Turns One
Greg came around this afternoon, and dropped off a print copy of his book for me to go thru and edit. I worked on that for about an hour, and then Teeds came over, and we headed to Southland.
I remember back in the day, when Southland was pretty pissweak and it’s only drawcards were Target and Big W. There’s a Myers but my family never shopped there when I was younger, coz it was so pricey. Now Southland have got everything under the sun, including Pretzels! Jeez, that Marge Simpson style Pretzel wagon sure do make a good cinnamon pretzel. Although, is $3.20 a bit pricey for an oversized donut?? Maybe I’m just a tightarse. Man, even if I had a million dollars, I’d still be a tightarse and shop at Kmart. It’s just my nature.
After Southland, we headed out to Fountain Gate. Teeds was looking for a white boob tube at Supre, and Southland didn’t have any, hence the epic drive out to FG. I hadn’t been there for about 10 years! Man, it’s huge and so different to the way I remember it.
While Teeda tried on stuff in Supre, I just stood there like an idiot. A bunch of Paris Hilton clones filled the store, browsing racks of skin tight jeans, while I did my best to hide amongst the walls of tiny tee shirts with faux punk statements for faux punk teens. The salesgirls walked past me, as though I were invisible. Perhaps they wished I was. I don’t quite fit the stores image.
Oddly enough, while society tells me it’s not right to be a fat chick, I am, for the most part, quite happy with the way I look. Yes, I have those days where I feel fat, but all girls do. I have bad hair days like everyone else. I have ugly days where I feel like the only way I could look any better is by impersonating TuckerBag, but tonight, as I stood in Supre, I felt totally unattractive and worthless.
It’s rare I feel like that, but for some reason, I just couldn’t make the feeling shift. I walked out of the store, banished to wait in the thoroughfare with the mothers and fathers of two tone blonde teens with totally disposable incomes.

Thankfully, Teeds found the white boob tube, and we were outta there. Self esteem rising, rising, rising….

I did take specific notice of the fat chick stores as we walked past them. All fine and dandy if you’re in the over 40’s scene, but sucks if you don’t like floral or circus tents. My frustration with this only leads me to be more determined and adamant to design my own clothing line. I just need someone who can draw, and someone who can sew. Any takers?? I’m thinking Route 66 meets Hot Topic as a general influence.
Swung by Mum and Dads on the way home. Geez, my old man shits me more and more with every time I see him. He’s so fucking rude and hostile, which totally contradicts my mums compassionate personality. She’s fun and lively and full of hope, yet Dad is just such a drag. He constantly uses me as the butt of his jokes. He’s one of these people that has to put others down in order to make himself feel better. Such a sad, bitter old man. I find myself more and more inclined to cut him out of my life entirely. If only it were that easy…
Coffee tomorrow with Greg and talk about the book, so I should get going.
Oh, it’s Columbo’s 1st Birthday today!!! My little girl is getting so big!! Happy Birthday Cutie!

