My god, how I hate to shop for clothes. In the first place, I live in a desperately unstylish city. People here cling to the completely pointless and false notion that we are "outdoorsy" and "active" and enjoy "hiking" and "rock-climbing" and eating "gorp" and cooking over "campfires" and ... oh, sorry, for a minute there I thought I was Chris Farley. That's what happens when you're in a fitting room and see your ass in the three-way mirror. A person was not meant to look at her own ass. That's why it's in the back.

~Flurrious