What am I going off about you ask? It's about a little conspiracy I’ve discovered.
Let me explain. All my friends are tiny. Like, maybe 100lbs soaking wet, fully clothed with lead bricks in their pants. Now really, who is that small anymore? I feel like Amazon woman around them. The conspiracy then? I just know they’re trying to keep me fat so that they can continue their tiny ways. But I ain’t falling for it. Nope. This is war you little pip-squeaks! WAR!!!
So my goal for 2006 will be to feed them. Every time I see them I will bring baked goods (who can resist baked goods), Doritos, KFC, Pizza Hut… You name it, I’ll be showing up with it.
Oh it’s on baby… it’s ON!!!!


3 comments:
Whoa---that picture!
When you left here you were no where near that in the "gluteus maximus" department. In fact I think I commented on your sitting tooooo much!
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um.....last time I checked I weigh at LEAST as much as you and am a good inch or so shorter. I weigh 100 lbs if you chopped off my limbs, and even then, MAYBE.
You are dysmorphic child. Your collarbones and skinny-assed arms speak for themselves. When your back starts to wave when someone grabs your butt, only then can you come crying about how much bigger you are than your friends.
Boohoo..... why wouldn't you want an hourglass figure? Small butt, boobs and big shoulder=man.
You should quit comparing yourself to girls who are 5'1", or 0% body fat. Being an amazon woman is a PRIVILEDGE, and I would KILL for an extra inch or two (and a rack like yours).
No need to spaz Rosie! I'm just playing up a small insecurity that I have, for humor's sake. Comparing yourself to other girls is a quick way to get depressed, as you always compare yourself to the best, not the worst... And by the way, you weren't one of the people that gave me "treats" for Christmas. Thanks, hahaha.
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