My cousin told me my thighs were tiny and for a second I believed her.
But I am not tiny, I am fat. I am so massive that gravity does not pull me: I pull gravity. I will be launched into space and galaxies will revolve around me.
Survived a week-long flu from hell. I will try to write more soon. If I can get Wi-fi at the other end of the Milky Way.
1 comment:
Oh, hunny... i know that feeling far too well. That second of belief is so nice, adn then the endless hours of disbelief are just horrid. *hugs*
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