Since I love talking...let's just continue!
As I may have said before I've been stuck in Atlanta for maybe two weeks when in actuality I live in Kingsland and was born in Jacksonville.
Fun shit right here guys. Pay attention.
Wait...what was that? I didn't say that before...
Oh shizznuggets... I'm sorry. Well there you go then! Haha...hahaha....
So yeah onto what I was saying.
Besides the just really really bad need to cut my boobs off umm... Ive been trying to get a nice body!
By trying, I mean failing epically to the point where I just sleep...for like twelve hours until I'm forced to get up by the voice of my Father.
Cough.
Can get nightmares about that shît.
So everytime I come down here to Atlanta, me and the sibs usually go walking and it's like this big stretch of freaking hills, and rocks galore and ugggggghhhhhhhh. So much exercise. Like, I'm expecting my ass to look nice, my stomach to look nice, my calves? Is that how you even spell it? XD, my thighs to be more firm and not so...jiggly... And my arms to have like a little bit of muscle. But NO My ass is getting bigger, my boobs are getting bigger, my thighs and calves are supposed to get bigger..because of some kind of magical muscle right? Yeah, I right. Totz.
I got this sweet ass tan but it...bothers me that my ass and boobs are like...pale. But it's not like this is...what Las Vegas or some shit where I can walk around naked and get a tan everywhere.
Ha...
But everything except for that is tan....
Yep. Better write that in your notes about me because that was totally worth it.
The good thing is when I tan, I don't burn! Yay! Well the exception is my face. I don't care if that burns because my face gives me a headache just looking at it. Damn.
So yeah, I've been on strenuous, tiring walks, 2-3-maybe 4 hours of being in the community pool here (fun shit man. I fucking love the pool. I could stay in there until I look 70), eating is pretty strenuous here...actually more like starving because I'm not one of those girls that takes two fries and then is just like "oh my god I'm full" like no bitch, imma eat a large fry and two more large fries after that and still not be full. I'm a piggy when it comes to food (especially junk food. Oops.) and I will not stop till I have like diarrhea or something and throw it up/ get sick from eating way too much. Happens every time. Like right now. Not only am I dying from intense boob heaviness, but also my stomach is killing me.
Killing me softly...with his words...
NO IT'S KILLING ME LIKE A JAGUAR THAT'S GOING TO EAT YOUR DAMN FACE OFF.
Phew... Maybe it's best that I don't say this stuff outloud. It might cause someone to die of excessive laughter or maybe something else. Anger maybe? Could that be a thing? Being angry over a girl talking about her heavy boobs, and big ass, and other bodily parts? Is that possible?
Am I being too inappropriate for everyone reading this?
I hope not.
Just invasion me in your heads with all my sicknessly stuff...I forgot what I was going to say.
Dang, I bet it was good too.
But my main summer goal is to always
1 eat more than you weigh and that you can handle
2 get tans. Constantly.
3 try not to poop your guts out
4 there isn't a four
YAAAAYYYY
That's the end for now.
Bye my bįtches!
-A
