Remember to breathe from your hoo-hoo,
feel from within your hoo-hah.
These are the places you will find me hiding.
These are the places I will always go.
gettin home at four thirty in the mornin man.
i’m an idiot.
and it’s freakin gorgeous outside.
so tired but i can’t sleep the day away.
i need to get my shit together.
1/3 of me: I wanna be fit and sexy and have a flat stomach and be lean and have lots of muscle.
1/3 of me: I wanna be skinny and tiny and dainty and delicate and bony and frail and look cute in everything.
1/3 of me: I wanna not give a shit about what I look like and be happy instead.
GUESS WHAT BUDDIES.
I’m 150 pounds now. That means I’ve lost 5 pounds.
And I’ve lost it by getting all muscly and sweaty so it won’t come back in like two weeks.
Perhaps I will be able to easily find pants that fit in a few months.
Must continue the viking goddess journey.
bobnfrankrppl2 replied to your post: I don’t want to call my mechanic because he is, as…
My mechanics name is Dusty and he’s great. Haven’t taken the Bug in yet. And I didn’t get it from them. I pretty much cheated on them. I know the feeling though man.
EHEHEEH. i called and his son answered and his son is normal, huzzah!
I don’t want to call my mechanic because he is, as they say, “a character.” He cracks wise and says goofy stuff. I don’t want him to do that. I just want to tell him that I need my lights put in and that my steering wheel starts shaking when I go highway speed. Then I want him to tell me when to drop off my car.