I'm down another two pounds. My jeans are still definitely too big. The leather pants, if anything, look like they're SMALLER than they were!
The imp of perversity WANTS me to go clothes shopping. Grr. I won't, I tell you. I won't.
The imp of perversity WANTS me to go clothes shopping. Grr. I won't, I tell you. I won't.
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What's the new job? Something good? (I haven't caught up on LJ friends postings yet today.)