I’m so over sweating. I’m putting a pin in sweating for the next two months. We can circle back on sweating in September.
Lately I do feel like my body and I are in a passive-aggressive fight that’s rapidly escalating.
Have I done my taxes? No. Have I sent myself an email with the subject line “DO TAXES”? Yes, and that is half the battle.
Maybe she’s losing it.
Maybe it’s quarantine.
All your most annoying Facebook friends have shared this with the caption “wow, really makes you think.
If you can’t handle me at my fattest, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me if I ever lose weight. Which could happen, you don’t know.
This is probably going to sound really gay, but the sunset is GORGEOUS right now and I love making out with dudes.