Grated ass.

So, Alloy recently had a reasonably nice clearance online, prompting me to purchase a few pairs of pants (though one pair is unreasonably small, smaller than the other pair which is a size smaller than it... but the inconsistent sizing of juniors clothing shall be left for another time).
So, the other, not unreasonably small pair I put on to try on with a few shirts. They have really unique embroidery on the back, which is why I got them. See?

Yeah, that picture is blurry as fuck. And it will probably disappear at some point, but I have it saved on my hard drive for that eventuality. Oh, and yeah... that chick is totally bowlegged, but whatever.

There's a better view.

So, I'm like, oooh, cute, different, and CHEAP... they went into la cart.

I put them on with a perfectly normal, socially acceptable pair of undergarments.

There's one thing I notice before they go on... there is no lining inside, which is not what I would expect when their is embroidery and metal studs directly over your ass. See?

But hey, what do I know? I lean over to get a pair of shoes to try with them, since they have a weird hem. Surely the designers knew what they were doing when they designed--

OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD MY ASS

I am going to go out on a limb here and say that most people wearing junior sized clothing are keeping up with the underwear trends of the time.

So, the rear end may be slightly more exposed to the elements of the pants, than say, if one were wearing some more traditional pair of undergarments, like bikinis, or, god forbid, briefs (ugliest underwear EVER).

One might expect that designers of pants would take this into account when designing pants so the e'er valuable ass doesn't rub against metal studs and embroidery when one moves, resulting in pain, shock, and a red angry ass.

But... one would be wrong.

I guess I'm off to find some granny panties.

Gross.

• Brussel sprouts.
• Hot stuff on a salad. Had one of those "craveable salads" at Quizno's the other day, and it was revolting. Hot, somewhat greasy meat and melted cheese on lettuce resulting in warm, slimy salad. Ew.
• Pork. The texture.
• Mayonnaise (except on fast food chicken sandwiches) and ketchup (except on meatloaf).
• The drink called "silk panties". Tastes like watermelon flavored acetone.
• Warm milk.
• Sauerkraut.
• Corned beef. Spam. Actually, ANY canned meat.
• Cooked cabbage and spinach. Actually, any cooked leaf. Very wrong.
• Cat farts.

(Must have one slightly tipsy blog entry per quarter. Or something.)

Even half.com thinks I'm a dork.

Check out the recommendations on my front page.

In case you can't read that (the size of the image? Not so good), the first recommendation is Periodicity and the S- And P- Block Elements and the second one is Organometallic Chemistry. The last recommendation they just apparently pulled out of their asses, because I've never heard of the album, the artists, and quite frankly the name of that album (Forever Yours, Faithfully) makes me want to hurl. Perhaps purchasing the first two Jars of Clay albums off half.com wasn't such a great idea after all.

But I guess the presence of the that album really proves that half.com has no idea what I like and what a wickedly awesome cool person I am. *cough cough*

Yep, that's what I'm going with.