***WARNING***
I'm no girly girl. But I'ma gonna take this moment, because I never do.
I miss the spring. I miss being terribly busy, yet being in a temperate climate. I miss my hair. I miss my skin!
I HATE what winter does to these peaches and cream, baby. What I hate more, is the dire poverty that's had me have to revert to my el-cheapo Pre-Perfect-Body-Lotion-Discovery body lotion, leaving me simultaneously watery, sticky, and smelling like plastic. God, how I itch. There is truly no greater comfort than the small comfort in possessing all of your favorite and most effective toiletries at one time.
My hair grows! It's doing it right now! And it's all messed up and sexy-like, especially when it's not freshly washed (which, I have to remember not to do.) And with the acquisition of equipment from the lovely, the talented Kaffeine I've stretched my left earlobe with one big dead sexy black claw. I've got a hard-on for my own head, I'm so hot. I haven't left the house in days.
I have gained, and lost a metric ton in total, since I was about 18. This, never on purpose, and always only ever noticed by me, on the observation of others. This is the first time in my life I've actually noticed the appearance of post-holiday bulge in all it's (ahem.) glory, and it pisses me off. I may well me more angry that I've noticed the flab, than at the flab itself. But it's there. And my jeans are snug. And all I'll really do about it is pout. 'Cause that's the kinda gal I am.
In addition, I've also been experiencing for the first time, the typical female dissection of one's form, whereas... I don't mind the weight gain from about the lower end of my sternum up; as it makes me approximately 4% squishier, rounder, and cuter in the huggy bits, but am incredibly annoyed at the rest. This dissection bothers me. Sure, Sure, yeah, yeah, all girls hate their thunder thighs, or their bubble butts, or their bye-bye-arms or generally favor one part of their bodies over another, but not I, goddamnit.
I am not like the other girls!
This, of course, being an attitude characteristic of my generation, where we were all, boys and girls told over and over that we are each special, and unique snowflakes. This attitude, makes me approximately 3% more like the other girls, but only about that much. I cling to this attitude for a reason. It's 'cause I am not like the other girls.
xox
I'm no girly girl. But I'ma gonna take this moment, because I never do.
I miss the spring. I miss being terribly busy, yet being in a temperate climate. I miss my hair. I miss my skin!
I HATE what winter does to these peaches and cream, baby. What I hate more, is the dire poverty that's had me have to revert to my el-cheapo Pre-Perfect-Body-Lotion-Discovery body lotion, leaving me simultaneously watery, sticky, and smelling like plastic. God, how I itch. There is truly no greater comfort than the small comfort in possessing all of your favorite and most effective toiletries at one time.
My hair grows! It's doing it right now! And it's all messed up and sexy-like, especially when it's not freshly washed (which, I have to remember not to do.) And with the acquisition of equipment from the lovely, the talented Kaffeine I've stretched my left earlobe with one big dead sexy black claw. I've got a hard-on for my own head, I'm so hot. I haven't left the house in days.
I have gained, and lost a metric ton in total, since I was about 18. This, never on purpose, and always only ever noticed by me, on the observation of others. This is the first time in my life I've actually noticed the appearance of post-holiday bulge in all it's (ahem.) glory, and it pisses me off. I may well me more angry that I've noticed the flab, than at the flab itself. But it's there. And my jeans are snug. And all I'll really do about it is pout. 'Cause that's the kinda gal I am.
In addition, I've also been experiencing for the first time, the typical female dissection of one's form, whereas... I don't mind the weight gain from about the lower end of my sternum up; as it makes me approximately 4% squishier, rounder, and cuter in the huggy bits, but am incredibly annoyed at the rest. This dissection bothers me. Sure, Sure, yeah, yeah, all girls hate their thunder thighs, or their bubble butts, or their bye-bye-arms or generally favor one part of their bodies over another, but not I, goddamnit.
I am not like the other girls!
This, of course, being an attitude characteristic of my generation, where we were all, boys and girls told over and over that we are each special, and unique snowflakes. This attitude, makes me approximately 3% more like the other girls, but only about that much. I cling to this attitude for a reason. It's 'cause I am not like the other girls.
xox
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I can do thursday, I think I;m free all that day...Long as its not super duper late cause I work friday.
I have a fair bit of pumpkin beer , 4 or 4 bottles of cider and maybe 7 bottles of brown ale left.
The oatmeal stout will be in bottles tomorrow I think...probably ready to crack open a bottle by tuesday or so (yes I'm impatient).
We can always have more than one tasting if you wish