It's okay to have a flat chest if you have a flat stomach. My cupsize has not increase in the past fourteen years and it's such a shame that my waist has a lot of tissue than my breast. I'm not worried about the size of my tits, I'm worried about the size of my waist.
Oh Bro, I miss the days when I fit in to a slim tee and flaunt my flat abs. Now I resort to tummy friendly tops to hide my bump. No, it's not a baby bump.
I hate doing cruches. Thank God for L-Carnitine.
Bitch eat bitch, this is the world that we live in
Every day at work is a sacrifice and my reward comes in pay day. Oh well, what's new?
I guess, you can keep your tantrums at Bay but you can't erase the fact that there's always a Whiner in YOU.
Go ahead and figure that out.
It seems that the foodchain of the corporate pyramid will never change. This world is a jungle. You either become the predator or the prey. That's what you call the circle of life.
Love in the time of Influenza A(H1N1)
I've been single all my life and I'm not complaining.
PLASTIC!
Actually, I'm tired of complaining. But what can I do? I don't want to force myself to someone.
Someone.
Someone caught my eye but I don't know if I caught his...and I think I don't want to care. I don't want to think about what he thinks. There's no winner in mind games so why bother playing it? It such a waste of time.
I think the best thing that can happen to anyone is finding love unexpectedly. So I'll just sit here, relax and cyberstalk the former love and his shutter slut.
Shutter slut.
What's your best asset?
Is it the the thing between your ears? Or the thing between your legs?
To the one destined to tame me, if you're out there somewhere, go on and find me before I get nasty.
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