Serving not as a role model, but as a warning to others

I am rapidly outgrowing my clothes.

I mentioned to some friends yesterday that I've put on fifteen pounds since KCRF wrapped, pretty much all from booze. And okay, that might not necessarily be true, because I haven't actually weighed myself but I have only one pair of jeans that still fit (barely), and my skirts are getting pretty fucking snug.

The part about it being all from booze, however, is totally true. I am drinking so much, you guys. Getting it all in now while I can. I REGRET NOTHING.

In fact, I had breakfast hours ago and mckitterick doesn't show signs of waking, so I might just have a little pre-lunch wine while I reclaim the sewing room from last night's artistic endeavors. HELLO STRETCH PANTS.

Mmmmmm YES YES.

Update: Oh holy shit you guys I just looked in the mirror for the first time today and I'm starting to get a tiny little black eye bruising from last weekend's shenanigans with my rifle scope. I don't know if it'll photograph, but I'll see what I can do.