Goodday, i can barely fit my arse into my pants. this whole gaining weight (by donuts, mind you) is becoming an expensive hobby (explicitly in how many of those fabulous honey glazed bastards in can shove down my throat and then need new pants on account of it). i should be "working-out" and i have been occassionally, rather, not-so occassionally.
i went and had my hair cut the other day, came home, and cut it again, myself. i seem to be "unsatisfied" as of late with the many things i partake in; exercise, proper diet, hair cut, sleeping, "pewping". this aging business going on is really something i never considered, i mean i am not doing this aging thing well at all.
bloody propane, is all i smell right now; the neighbours frequently use their bar-b-ques given the nice weather, and i, your disgruntled narrator, sits in the shadows stuffing her face with donuts. beware of the sweetness!
Beware of the sweetness!
i went and had my hair cut the other day, came home, and cut it again, myself. i seem to be "unsatisfied" as of late with the many things i partake in; exercise, proper diet, hair cut, sleeping, "pewping". this aging business going on is really something i never considered, i mean i am not doing this aging thing well at all.
bloody propane, is all i smell right now; the neighbours frequently use their bar-b-ques given the nice weather, and i, your disgruntled narrator, sits in the shadows stuffing her face with donuts. beware of the sweetness!
Beware of the sweetness!
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tex13:
You are not old enough to be worrying about that aging thing so much my dear, see me in about ten years and we will talk about it. Seriously you are hot and sexy, just need to get motivated enough to get that workout done and you will be as perfect as you have always been.
francis:
just more of u to love, baby 
