Wow folks- tons for me to get through because my little pea brain is overflowing with stuff to tell you and I need all the room I can get for just regular stuff. So bear with me.
1. OK- so a few months ago I signed up for penpals on Oh, My Darling's blog. And I got three, but only two ever write back. (Honestly? I think I scared the South Korean woman. It's ok- I'm used to it.) Anyways. But I've taken a special loving to Annahita, who is awesome and you need to read her blog. Because she has a cute doggie. Except now she has an Etsy shop (shop there right now) full of earrings. And they are only $5, whores. Shop now, and shop often. (But not before you shop ME) So I am a self proclaimed jewelry whore, so I bought the pair in the top left of this picture. But then because I'm awesome she sent me three other pairs. It's ok- you can be jealous.
2. OK. So yesterday another lambwhore, Jennifer, whored me out like you all should be doing. You should check out her post and tell her you envy her because she? Is lambwhore favorite of the day. I know. I'm making that up and someone should make me an inappropriate button for this. Perhaps of a lambs vagina or something. (Nikolett! Where are you?!)
3. Hey! Do you remember my last weight update? And I said I kind of slacked off but I wasn't fat still? OK. Well guess what bitches????? I lost more weight. (Get on yo' knees!) I'm officially 162. That MEANS I am officially down 21.6 pounds from my original weight. Here's photo proof:
here is where fuckmill began). Sometimes I brave it and go to Curves but I've gone maybe once in the last 4 months.
Anyways. That's basically it. I still eat the shit I love to eat (guilty pleasure: Spicy Chicken Sandwich with no mayo, large fry and large coke from Wendy's.) (OH! And pepperoni pizza rolls... mmmm..) (And obviously... Dairy Queen. mmm) and I don't care. Then I do at least 30 minutes of walking either outside or on my fuckmill. But honestly? I got farther, faster, and longer (time wise) if I'm outside. On the fuckmill 30 minutes feels like FOREVER. I usually crank up some music and strut my ass on the fuckmill. And sing.
I'm sure Matt appreciates the singing as much as the neighborhood does.
So there you go. I whored out my girl AND I've given you a fat update. Mission accomplished.