Tuesday, September 29, 2009
i set out to write about a million things today but really all i can think about is how my jeans might explode at any moment. they fit last week and they do not now. i feel like this. of course it's possible that i put them on high in the dryer for two hours. but more than likely my doodlehours are translating into some extra baggage. nothing new. when i went to college it was the freshman 15. when i was a merchant, rooted to my caboose for 65 hours a week, it was buyer butt. and now it looks like i'm contending with doodlebutt. i am all for personal growth but not in this direction. so i'll see you all later after i drag my big ass outside for a walk. and do not worry about consoling me - i'm laughing through this entire post!