malana

Working hard over the last nine months and particularly last few weeks has led to some interesting diet choices, which has lead to an increased feeling of possessing, as Kirsty once said, "more cush'in for the push'in". For the love of God, I feel like I should be groping and biting at myself. It's like a second puberty, sprouting of mounds of flesh, but thankfully, my hair hasn't turned into an afro like the first time around...

However, seeing as this isn't the Renassiance and I'm not folding my legs over a lover's shoulders (how else do those muscles get toned?), I'm going for a run. I kinda like it when I look leaner, more like a boy. I get less attention that way; I sure get yelled at from cars a whole lot less along Ipswich Road. This is surely a good thing. Lousy bogans.