I must be a hygienic human and take a shower and then go to sleeeeeeep.
God, my sleeping schedule has been so fucked lately! I mean, it would be more acceptable if I were biding my time in a more constructive way, but for fucks sake I’m on here with you losers! Ah, I’m just fucking with you. Seriously you guys are all for the most part cool cats. Lataz!
It’s cool because I followed one, for I myself have a few pounds to lose. I think it’s a good thing to have a blog for people interested in losing weight, but I do have a problem. It seems that among the overweight there is an obsession over what exactly is the right weight to be. It can be summed up like “well, I want to be skinny, but I don’t want to be too skinny.” That’s fine, I don’t want to look like I just came out of Auschwitz either, but some people are just taking it a little too seriously.
Most of us who are overweight and lose it, will not become anorexic. I guess there is at least one case of this happening, but it isn’t all too common. The reason why I’m bitching is that I saw one of these blogs post a picture of a girl who didn’t have much meat on her bones. The comments were like “that is way too skinny” or “real girls have meat on them” or some other stupid crap like that.
I’m not personally offended. I’ve always had meat on my bones, but I think it’s extremely rude and close-minded to say that a girl isn’t supposed to be skinny. Some people are just naturally built that way. My little cousin happens to be like that. She is a walking stick with a cute, little blonde head on it. I’ve heard her say things that disturb me such as asking me if she was fat. Why can’t people just be happy with the way people are and not have a problem? Who the fuck cares if a person is skinny of fat? Oh, you do because underneath your masquerade of overbearing concern, there is an underlying jealousy. Yes, that’s what it is, jealousy. Deep down you’d prefer being that skinny, so that you wouldn’t have this extra weight to deal with.
Do you not like the number on the scale? Well, then change it, but don’t go around pointing your cheese doodle smothered, chubby fingers at girls who are “too skinny”. Just do what you have to do and keep to yourself, arse.
Listening to a brand new record of the Go Go’s Our Lips are Sealed. Brand new as in Steven never opened it when he bought it moons ago. It was a little warped and was skipping a little bit, but we increased the pressure of the needle and now it’s playing beautifully. iB (that’s supposed to be a thumbs up)
August 26, 2011. Expose your boobies for what they are!
Breasts are part of a woman’s anatomy, just as a man’s are. The only difference between a man’s and woman’s breasts are that women have more fat deposits and thus they protrude more. It is my choice to expose my chest at the beach if I damn well please and if you can’t keep your boner down, then you have an extremely juvenile sexuality. Some might say that there are more important things to protest, but I disagree. When you go to the beach there is real sexism going on. Why can a fat guy with bulbous man tits expose himself, but not a fat woman? It’s a double standard and it needs to stop.
It is legal for a woman to go topless to a public beach in the state of New York..
This summer I am going to do just that. There is nothing wrong or shameful about boobies. I love boobies. Boobies are beautiful. Boobies are glorious. Boobies deserve to be radiated by ultra-violet sunshine, just as much as man titties. If you live in a state where it’s legal for you to show your thingies at the beach (or even in a state where it isn’t if you want) then reblog this and when your local beach opens for the season, go topless!
I’ve been needing to get this weight off my chest for a while. Oh wait, those are my pendulous, dense boobies! Well, I still do need to talk about this.
When I was a little girl, my mom and I went to a Borders in one of those many strip malls in Long Island (I’m guessing it was the one in Amityville). When ever we would go in, I would always immediately want to go to the kiddies section, so my mom would trust me to go straight to the back. One time when we went however, it was my first time seeing a dwarf. I was walking and I walked right past them not realizing, and then it hit me. I went running up to them ecstatically as any rambunctious five year old would do. I don’t remember verbatim how it went down, but I’ll try to recount the best I can.
I was always big for my age, so when I greeted the dwarf, I said “Oh my gosh! You’re just the same size as me!” The dwarf lady dryly said “I know.” I didn’t really get the hint that she wasn’t amused by my curiosity, so I kept persisting. “Why are you so short?” to which dwarf lady responded “I guess that’s just the way God made me.” I was truly fascinated by her smallness and how alike in size we were. I asked “Can we be friends?” and she said no. I then tried to hug her and I had to be escorted out by security. This is a true story.
I don’t know if you’re out there anywhere in Tumblrworld dwarf lady, but I would just like to apologize for how incredibly annoying my child-self must’ve been. I would have slapped me three times across the face. I hope your hips are alright.
Of course you can’t see, I just shot a fucking blank in your eye!
I’m happy because my mom found a copy of Global Brain by Howard Bloom. I can’t wait for my brain to be globalized, but it’ll have to wait until after I finish reading Genius of the Beast, which will take my pea brain a long time to read.