I have kept busy lately with the small stuff. Cleaning house constantly, buying pants to accomodate my tummy and realizing that although they are not flattery they are super comfy. You know that moment when you eat too much food or you pass on from a very filling dinner only to indulge in dessert and then your sitting there at the table thinking "o dear Lord I cannot wait to get out of these tight jeans and into a pair of sweat pants" You should just invest in maternity jeans. Jeans from the hip down and plenty of stretchy indulge room hidden under that shirt. O yeah! You wait, one of these days I bet there will be a news report of some wife that came home to find her husband on the couch with a pint of ice cream and maternity pants on! What a smart dude.
Factoid: Incredible but True: Hershey's Kisses are called that because the machine that makes them looks like it's kissing the conveyor belt.
Laura recently informed me that the mosquitos are probably having their Thanksgiving feast upon my flesh due, as opposed to the full house of dudes that I live with, to the increased blood flow. O the joy! I must say too that the worst possible f**king place to get a mosquito bite has to be on the knuckle of your finger. How much blood could possible be obtained there anyways? What a total bitch to scratch. I feel as if I'm trying to rip the skin from my finger.
I may be going back to school this coming January. I went yesterday to talk to an admissions advisor and filled out Fafsa forms so we'll see. Guess I should make a decision as to what the hell I'm going back to study. Something in the health field. Regardless, I will hopefully move on from the art struggle and be able to enjoy it once again when it is only a hobby and not a means of bill paying. Sometimes, doing what you love as a career only makes it more of a job and less of a passion.
As for final thoughts.....why does the thought of a warm glass of milk sound repulsive but milk in my hot tea is ok? Also, why do we refer to it as a grilled cheese sandwich when its actually the bread that is grilled? What the hell is lip gloss and chapstick made from that it's ok to lick your lips? I'm a chapstick fanatic, FANATIC. So, when they finally do an autopsy on me is there going to be like a mini chapstick factory inside my tummy? It has to be bad somehow...right? Then again, I still firmly believe that the FDA is out to get us all.
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