i’m looking elsewhere to find what you couldn’t give me. but, i keep looking back. it’s hard.
Hopped on the scale and groaned over being up to 147 lbs.
I then proceeded to make a fatass bowl of chili oozing with no less that three handfuls of shredded cheddar cheese. And while that was heating up, I funneled chocolate whipped cream right into my mouth.
Solving the problem: I’m doing it wrong.
IF THIS ISN’T HOW I SOLVE THE PROBLEM, THEN I DON’T WANNA BE RIGHT.
note: says “fury” and NOT “furry”
but only have time to attend to one or the other. WHAT A DILEMMA.
I AM DONE WITH MY HOMEWORK! but alas, my success is short lived. oh well, shower and then TERMINATOR 2 awaits.
when i am old and wrinkly i will live in a little house in the neighborhood corner, with my only company being many, many cats. i will have the remnants of a well-groomed garden, which will then be overgrown with all sorts of wild flowers and weeds and scraggly vines. i will give withering glares at all the passing neighborhood children, assuming they even go outside anymore. however, should any be brave enough to come knocking on my door, i will smile and offer them cookies and tea. i will be alone, but fabulous, in my own way. more importantly, i will be happy.
ok, sounds great but let’s see if i can live through the next four years first.