Oh, she says well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
This program is harder to use than I remember. Too much patience is required!
I know I’m not everyone’s definition of “chubby”, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. I have days where I feel fat and inadequate and generally down about my body. Just recently I bought this bikini and it makes me feel like a million dollars. British size 12/14, totally rocking having curves and absolutely loving it for the first time. I’ve learnt to stop comparing myself to skinny girls. I’m never going to be one, and we should be glad that as people we all come in different shapes and sizes. You are all gorgeous, and you should never let anyone else make you feel like you’re not anything but exactly that. Chin up and get those swimsuits on!! :c)
I need to stop reblogging you. Not right now though.