I Just Ate My (verymuchtoobig) Lunch


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So please do not stand in front of my desk, with your hairy belly exposed, scratching yourself. Also, when you turn around, I really did not want to see half of your similiarly hairy behind. I know bulemia is a tempting option, for me right now. But I really wanted to make MYSELF throw up.


I would prefer for it not to be induced by hairy, naked flesh sightings.


3 Responses to “I Just Ate My (verymuchtoobig) Lunch”

  1. Blogger Memphis Steve 

    Moooon river ... suddenly this song has popped into my head.

    I suppose my photo doesn't help you any. Not that this bottom belongs to me, and it is, after all, a girl. Even so, apparently you've had enough moon for one day.

  2. Blogger Katya 

    hairy naked flesh is sooooo wrong on so many levels...

    :0)

  3. Blogger JG 

    So, what is it with you and the over stimulated mid driffs?! Are you like a magnet for uncontrolable hair, and bulge?! Seriously hun, maybe you should try a new hairspray..or overly tinted sunglasses? Poor thing...

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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