anyhow am not a gimp. am going to lose weight and walk walk. period period. am done with this lard ass breath hard shit.
never felt so fat and old and unattractive as i did at this AWP, especially on a scooter. especially with seat belt on little Chattanooga to Atlanta plane barely going round. and coming back on Economy Comfort the tray came down onto my bellies instead of in front of my bellies. first class was the same way. need a tray to support the damn wrists. will shut up about this body shit.
my brain is curiously fine.
ready to snap to. okay?
here's to getting all the girls in a row maybe in a curving twisting row but a row. i think i once planted carrots. in a row.