Why are my boobs so small? I am 28 years old.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
UPDATE: I brought the Skippy to work (I don't like making PB&J sandwiches in advance because the jelly seeps through the bread and it becomes a disgusting and gelatinous mess and somehow always looks like someone sat on it). I took it out of my bag during lunch and was like "BOOM, bitches! In your faces! Skippy, uuuuh! Skippy! UHHHHH!" like I was Master P and everyone agreed they were very jealous of me. Not just because of my peanut butter but because I am so pretty and smart and funny and popular and skinny! And because of the peanut butter, too.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
I used to hate running. I still don't love it. If running were drowning in a lake, and no one else was around, I would probably have to think about it for a while before I swam out to try and rescue it. So, when I do hit the pavement (or treadmill, it's easier on these old bones), I rely heavily on music to get me through. I don't really care if the song is good, or how I feel about the band (Muse), I just need it to get my feet moving, one in front of the other, and fast. You don't want to fall off a moving treadmill. Trust me.
Here are 15 songs that are guaranteed to get me over that finish line.