One if the many amusing things about the letter, is that it came from the same company that paid for the ADs that piled about 60 lbs on me in the first place. Well, the ADs and the usual post-diet weight return. But hey, if they know of a diet/exercise regimen that doesn't have a 95% chance of leaving me as fat--or fatter--in 5 years, I'll give it a shot. I'm not planning to burn my stretchy pants any time soon.
'Never Leave Me'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And why are Washington and Oregon made into one state?
Well, that one is not entirely inaccurate.
The discussion on singletude got me thinking, hard. I feel like I lost my prime dating years thanks to involvement in what I now know was a freak-ass church, and also due to buying in to the pernicious believe that overweight = unworthy and unattractive. In a lot of ways, I feel like PC, only in my 40s.
There's part of me that wonders if my contentment with being single isn't contentment so much as giving up in the face of how goddamn hard it would be to start fresh when I'm 20 years behind the curve.
Dammit, I don't want Bigfoot to come and get me. I guess I do need to move to California.
I sort of feel the same way, Anne. Well, substituting 6 year of family stuff for church stuff, but still. On the other hand, I'm really enjoying life right now, so maybe giving up on one dream made room for others.
That map is wrong. This is what's coming for California.
This is what's coming for California.
Yeah, that happens pretty much every week in San Francisco.
The Birds are coming for us, too. I suppose they'll all have to fight it out eventually, birds vs. vampires vs. giant tentacled things.
On the other hand, I'm really enjoying life right now, so maybe giving up on one dream made room for others.
Yeah. What I'm feeling is more regret at wasted time and toxic messaging than anything else.
In other news, very much on pins and needles about the World Series tonight. Eek!
Yes, that Hyperbole and a Half is my life for the last few years, except that I haven't reached invincible yet.
I figure that being married between 21 and 34 took me out of the major relationship period, plus gave me no skills to go out and meet anyone. After a certain point, it's even hard to find new friends, except for the invisible ones.
In other news, very much on pins and needles about the World Series tonight. Eek!
They've got to pull it out tonight. I couldn't believe having a weather delay.