May 29th, 2002

you don't know what fun is

Let me tell you what fun is. Fun is when you go to the closet to get dressed (about the time you're supposed to be arriving at work) and realize that the two shirts you wanted to wear have become wrinkly simply by HANGING THERE. It's too goddamned humid in our house. It's like a cavern. So that's fun. So then you decide "what the hell" and pull out some really cool pants you haven't worn in 6 or 8 months and they're too tight at the waist. Too tight. Because of my fat ass beer belly. Let me tell you, I haven't been so excited since... oh, since the last time I took a SHIT.

To be fair, I'm not a fat-ass. I'm 5'8" and 150lbs or so. But I'm not happy with my flab. I guess it's time for me to start all that "healthy eating cut back on the drinking start working out" shit that I never wanted to do.

GOOD TIMES, Tandra. Good times.
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