I'm Pissy

And these are the things that irritate me:

1. My pants are not fitting me properly. I have to wear a belt and that makes a belt bump and if I don't wear the belt then they fall down. I need a proper pair of black and blue jeans.

2. My shirt looks dumb. I have to wear all black for the play and I should have just worn my Guinness shirt.

3. Instead of eating a healthy lunch, I just ate two cupcakes.

4. My ear is frostbitten.

5. My underwear constantly slides out of place.

6. I WANT NOODLES. Where do I get noodles?

7. I should have worn my Guinness shirt.

8. Why can't my bra just FIT?

9. A lot of this is about clothes.

10. Totally having a fat day.

11. Why did I eat TWO cupcakes? WHY DID I TAKE TWO CUPCAKES? Oh right, because I wanted to give one away. HAH. Didn't happen.

12. People. Just stop being yourselves, people. I dunno, shape up or something.

13. :Aksjdk;ajd;sadjsa;ds grumble bah humbug.


Okay, enough. I'm going to be more grateful. I promise.

Leonard Cohen, 2012

"You came to me this morning

And you handled me like meat.

You´d have to live alone to know

How good that feels, how sweet.

My mirror twin, my next of kin,

I´d know you in my sleep.

And who but you would take me in

A thousand kisses deep?"

Center stage, third row, twenty feet away from this legend.

You're Alright

"But I’ve decided you’re alright, maybe even better than alright. If wishing it could make it so, you’d be unbelievably alright, beyond alright, into the realm of superbly, even outrageously okay, if outrageous is something you can do. You’re too subtle for that. Too cool and understated. Takes my breath away. But enough of that." - Anonymous

I'm a sap for honesty.

I Just Came to the Realisation that...

....I'm somebody's Shani.

 

I Wasn't Having a Fat Day...

Until someone asked me if I was glowing or if my cheeks had gotten chubbier.


Back to the gym.......

So...How Often Do You Ice Your Vag?

http://crankygiraffe.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/did-i-mention-i-was-having-a-bad-day/

Hilarious read.

Crying Professors

And then sometimes you just remember when you made your professor cry by reading him your poem.

Follicle Drawings, Winter Blues, and Hunger

This.