I'm so incredibly angry right now. One of my favourite shirts ever is ruined beyond repair. It's this long-sleeved button-down from Express...the last one of its kind in the store. I actually had to take it off of the manequin, because it was the last of its sort in the size and specific cut I wanted. It was hideously, and I mean hideously discoloured a disgusting bleached orange in on the back, along the buttons in spots, and all down the upper left sleeve. The discolouring is from this topical stuff I use to ward acne away from my arms/back/etc...it's doing its job quite well (no pimples to speak of), but....WHO IN GOD'S NAME CREATES A TOPICAL MEDICINE THAT RUINS CLOTHING????
It ruined a lot of other clothing pieces' interiors, but this shirt was sheer enough to let the suckiness run right through to the exterior. I'm incredibly pissed about this....and all 3 days before I take off for the West Coast, Express-shirtless >:( And I have to run out and get a goddamn iPod, because Christiana's old one "broke"...isn't life just so much fun?
In other news, I saw Bewitched today; it was cute enough, go see it. But some of the preview movies looked better.....did you know Rent is becoming a movie???? Yeah, that and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory are my must-sees of the season.
