Shock to the system

I had to go to the shops today to buy clothes! My most feared of activities next to going to the dentist. Some people love to get new clothes I hate it. I can never find anything to fit my skinny arse and what does fit, I don’t like. I then get anoyed and buy something that I don’t like but have to wear.

As with most of my shopping trips, it was born out of necessity, as all of my jeans/trousers have huge holes in the knee, I say knee as it’s always my right knee. It starts as a little hole that I can live with but then as I put them on in the morning I end up putting my foot through the gap causing it to rip.

I still wear clothes with holes in, round the house and to the local shops but I feel that I should make an effort, occasionally, if only for the wife, I’m only inches away from being a hobo anyway, so needs must.

I have done well as I can honestly say that I did not buy one item of clothing last year. I was bought a jumper but that was second hand and cost £5. Todays shopping trip cost me £45 for a pair of jeans, a pair of combat trousers and a belt, from the king of cheap shops TK MAX.

Although like I said nothing ever fits so I end up with something I don’t like and today was no different. I took three pairs to the changing room, none of them fit me then I realised that I had stepped in dog shite somewhere, great. By this time I had been in there too long so grabbed two pairs of trousers a belt, paid and left.

On getting home I realised that the combat trousers have a flower on! However I’ve come to terms with it and feel that I am comfortable enough with my sexuality, to pass it off, that and the fact I don’t want to take the girly trousers back and say that “these womens trousers don’t fit me can I exchange them?”

I hate shopping.