Everything will come in time.
I took a walk to Dollar General today. Everyone said, over and over, "It's not cold out." Bullshit. Not only was it freezing cold, but the wind was blowing like crazy. I wanted to crawl under a rock for warmth, but I needed to go to DG. I need to get over my fear of driving, this walking BS, is starting to bug me. So I'm in the store shopping, shopping away, and all of a sudden this guy starts growling at me. Yes, he was growling at me and commenting on how good I liked. "I like that. Yea.. That's nice. Thick, healthy girl. " I'm just standing there looking at easter candy for my nephews, then I realized he was actually talking to me. He called over his girlfriend/wife/friend/whatever, and said, "Look at that, that's nice." And she looked my way and agreed. What the hell? Everytime that I step out of the house I encounted weirdos commenting on my thick, healthy body. All while this was happening I was talking myself out of buying some 3.00 DG diet pills. Would they work? Would they kill me? Would they work? Would they work? I put them back, but I promised to get them later on, it can't hurt to try.
No flesh tunnels or plugs. Gah.
No flesh tunnels or plugs. Gah.
Labels: diet pills, dollar general, freaks

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Don't Sweat the B.S.
It's all the Same
Different Day
Different Place
Same B.S.
People Are M.F.ing Crazy
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