Who are you people who enjoy shopping? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with me?
I spent the past two afternoons and most of my excess energy hunting for an outfit, and so far all I've managed to find is a pair of nondescript black pants that are only a little too tight in the hips for $27. So that's about 60% of my body covered, but that still leaves some other essential areas bare. So tomorrow I look for the shirt and shoes.
I do not have time for this shit. I swear to god I'm going to just buy a case of jumpsuits in assorted colors and stick with those every day for the rest of my life. It'll be, like, a thing, and no one will ever expect me to dress up or look nice ever again because I'll be Jumpsuit Girl, and that will be that.
P.S. The jumpsuit picture I linked to is really confusing. Was it really that much more trouble to take a second photo that actually depicts what the caption describes? I kind of like it, though. It's a little like those perception tests with colored words, or maybe Magritte's pipe, only in reverse and with work clothes.