Alright.
Sometimes the lonliness threatens to envelop me completely. But if I do what I know I need to do, I can keep it from devouring me.
So yeah, life pretty much sucks. Lots of things going on. Can't go into detail here. But I'm on my way out to do some positive things (grocery shopping, dropping off some stuff at Goodwill) including feeding this poor, malnourished body. And I'm wearing a tee shirt that 1) I love 'cause it has the Beatles on it and 2) everyone else loves 'cause I look cute (read: it's a boob shirt) in it. Heh.
Now if I could just flatten my stomach a bit so that I don't look like something scary in a bathing suit. And if anyone replies with any of the following statements or something similar, I will skin you alive:
"You're not fat!" -- Thanks, I never said I was.
"It's what's on the inside that counts!" -- Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but I thought you were dead.
"Who needs a bathing suit? Just go naked." -- No one sees me naked. Not even my mom.
Guten Tag.
So yeah, life pretty much sucks. Lots of things going on. Can't go into detail here. But I'm on my way out to do some positive things (grocery shopping, dropping off some stuff at Goodwill) including feeding this poor, malnourished body. And I'm wearing a tee shirt that 1) I love 'cause it has the Beatles on it and 2) everyone else loves 'cause I look cute (read: it's a boob shirt) in it. Heh.
Now if I could just flatten my stomach a bit so that I don't look like something scary in a bathing suit. And if anyone replies with any of the following statements or something similar, I will skin you alive:
"You're not fat!" -- Thanks, I never said I was.
"It's what's on the inside that counts!" -- Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but I thought you were dead.
"Who needs a bathing suit? Just go naked." -- No one sees me naked. Not even my mom.
Guten Tag.