Stacie Orrico should hook-up with Enrique Iglesias...oh wait, he doesn't have a mole anymore
I think you reach a certain age where you realize that you have to cut your losses in several departments in your life. Body image is one of these and I have made a decision not to get in shape anymore. Maybe I'll go run a few times and eat right...on most occasions...but I've accepted my beer/bulate belly and that I'm a skinny ectomorph with no ass. I know I can't and I know I won't be any of the dozen muscleheads you see slaving away with dumbbells on a bench. And I sure as hell can't stand every goddamn stupid remark my personal trainer has. I'd rather be disproportionate and happy in front of the television, computer...and if the sun is lucky, outside.
Anyway, Less than Zero is fucking sad. I finally finished the book today after putting it off for the longest time (I think I started it last year).
I noticed everyone's been talking a bit slowly lately. Maybe 'cause of the impending Christmas/depression season when everybody's going to be shielding their fears by getting wasted a lot more. Well I am, anyway. The sun does seem to feel a little cooler. Or maybe it's 'cause after we realized how much of a bust this whole college thing is, we all still sincerely don't know what to do with our lives. Either/or...take your pick.
Anyway, Less than Zero is fucking sad. I finally finished the book today after putting it off for the longest time (I think I started it last year).
I noticed everyone's been talking a bit slowly lately. Maybe 'cause of the impending Christmas/depression season when everybody's going to be shielding their fears by getting wasted a lot more. Well I am, anyway. The sun does seem to feel a little cooler. Or maybe it's 'cause after we realized how much of a bust this whole college thing is, we all still sincerely don't know what to do with our lives. Either/or...take your pick.