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Don't you hate those fucking athletic suits? You know the ones with the bell bottoms, the skin tight hoodies etc. I'm talking about the kind made by Victorias Secret and other upper end designers. It's sad that hardly anyone that is proportionate and attractive wear them. They're just so ugly that unless you are a piece there's no way you could pull one off.
What spurred that nugget of joy was this particular girl just walked past me, smiling like vegas showgirl, chomping gum rather audibly and tugging her hair that has been assaulted by bleach framing her chunky face. She had the zipper of this white terror undone to about the cleavage area...and to make matters worse the waistband rolled down so that you could see her thong. Major sausage effect. You know when a girl wears pants too tight for her and the waist smashes the skin together forming rolls and ripples. I want to ask her,"do you dress yourself in a funhouse mirror?"
She must think she's like my size or my sister's size...I'm not trying to bust on heavy set people or anything (my first crush was John Goodman so don't think I can't appreciate it)
but damn cover up. I'm not saying wear a tent. Just make sure if you are going to show some skin, that the clothes you pck are flattering. I'm a size 3 and I don't walk around dressed like that. Ah it's because I don't desire to draw attention to myself. She obviously does because she's a ho...
Anyways. I'm tired. I had 2 shots of goldschlagger and some sangria last night (AFTER Chloe went to sleep) and that didn't even knock me out. Before I get dependent on booze I'm going to see my doctor and ask what we can do. I shouldn't have to be tanked to get a good nights rest. I don't need to be in AA before I'm 30 either. I hate chemical dependency. It makes me feel weak and unstructured. It's just my anxiety. I'll be fine but I'm still seeing my doctor.
What spurred that nugget of joy was this particular girl just walked past me, smiling like vegas showgirl, chomping gum rather audibly and tugging her hair that has been assaulted by bleach framing her chunky face. She had the zipper of this white terror undone to about the cleavage area...and to make matters worse the waistband rolled down so that you could see her thong. Major sausage effect. You know when a girl wears pants too tight for her and the waist smashes the skin together forming rolls and ripples. I want to ask her,"do you dress yourself in a funhouse mirror?"
She must think she's like my size or my sister's size...I'm not trying to bust on heavy set people or anything (my first crush was John Goodman so don't think I can't appreciate it)
but damn cover up. I'm not saying wear a tent. Just make sure if you are going to show some skin, that the clothes you pck are flattering. I'm a size 3 and I don't walk around dressed like that. Ah it's because I don't desire to draw attention to myself. She obviously does because she's a ho...
Anyways. I'm tired. I had 2 shots of goldschlagger and some sangria last night (AFTER Chloe went to sleep) and that didn't even knock me out. Before I get dependent on booze I'm going to see my doctor and ask what we can do. I shouldn't have to be tanked to get a good nights rest. I don't need to be in AA before I'm 30 either. I hate chemical dependency. It makes me feel weak and unstructured. It's just my anxiety. I'll be fine but I'm still seeing my doctor.