Less is moron
Hey guys sorry for neglecting you dear blog, been busy.
So here’s some normal stuff instead. Had taste of Borington at Paradiso last night, the roof of my mouth is still blistering from these steamy hot sweet potato phyllos, d’oh.
Orig pic sans insta.
Not exactly the best shot of my six pack of stomach but I was wearing tight pants and notice how your bra combined makes the extra tire of fun? I super don’t care, I like having extra weight (keep telling myself that) I mean my bf likes it/doesn’t care in fact is getting a Canadian belly too (whoops!) and we’re happy. I mean I’d love to be a beanpole again but I’m confident in how I look now, I turn heads I ain’t dead that’s all that matters. Plus curvy is the new skinny (I just made that up) curvy and thirty, I’m not a kid anymore anyway but I think when I work with them I’m gonna start saying I am one (25) cos apparently I can pass for it.
Sorry for all that insecurity there, as a blogger who always gets needled for every little thing that appears in my photos from my hands to my face and my thighs I always feel the need to pre-defend myself however standing up I look like this, not fat stomach flattens out so that is that.
Lol crazy eye, crazy for you eye.
I didn’t eat this, for the billionth time I’m not a sweets person.
Me in my monkey suit two days ago.
And the day before that. The networking has been great too, stacks of biz cards and one butt compliment thrown in there for good measure. Today will separate the mice from the men for sure. Pretty much hired for another gig already but I have to suss it out first, when someone says in their email “no buying or selling” it kinda totally means Buying and Selling, you can’t bs a bs’er yo.
Had a nice visit round the corner with some fam friends :).
That bar is a relic, it was in our old basement. Some good times had on it fur sure.
Hipster pantsitis. Okay gotta preen now, have a great one.