Today is the day, my friends.
I am finally going to "fit in."
Hehehe, who am I kidding?
I'M TOO FREAKIN' AWESOME!
After checking my reflection in the mirror, I slowly moved away and turned to the side. I still have no ass!
*MAJOR SIGH*
However, instead of me being fat and pudgy, I lost all of my baby weight and I grew boobs. I'm a size 40C to be exact. A number I am hella proud of. These round perky puppies are allll mine :)
It took a lot of work and determination, but I managed to pull it off. I finally have a job, as a waitress, with a steady pay. Plus, the tips are good, especially when you get them from the regulars. "You take care of them and they will take care of you." :)
I have finally had my grandmother's house in the woods built to perfection. It may not be much, but it means more to me than my own life. Someday, I will pass it on to my children...
IF I EVER HAVE ANY.
The little 3 bedroom 2 bath cottage is set just the way I like it with a 24-hour security system, thanks to ADT. I have my own computer\/guest room, a room for all of my girly stuff (clothes, perfumes, etc.), and my own personal bedroom. Each room has it's own theme.
YES, I BROUGHT MOST OF MY STUFF FROM THE DOLLAR STORE, but when you're broke, the Dollar Store becomes your best friend.
My clothes are name brand with the logo "Thrifty Buyer," on the inside. I do what I can with what I have.
The only thing truly name brand on me at the moment are my shoes and my purple and black pleated Jansport book-bag. I own no car and my main means of transportation is walking. If anyone has a problem with me then we can solve it. I am not who I was before.
I am stronger.
I am confident.
I am beautiful.
I AM ME.
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I hate waiting in line. In fact, they should make it illegal.
Everyone either skips, argue, or fight in long lines. Personally, I don't have time for the whole "waiting" thing. I couldn't care less!
I shifted from side to side as I carried the full weight of my Jansport. Juming up and down was no problem. My height, on the other hand, is.
Imagine this cute emo-lookin' scene chick with blue hair, about 5'3 jumping up and down with this really huge bookbag surrounded by EXTRA TALL people a.k.a pretty much everyone else.
Uhhh... NOT MY IDEA of F-U-N.
Sighing, I walked out of line and stood next to this really hot guy. He sort of looked like a jock. You know the really sporty tall guys with extra large "Guns" and swear they are God's gift to man.
Ha!
If you ask me, he could rock my boat any day.
GIGGITY!
I slowly moved my arm and and froze mid-air when my wolf purred in response.
In a flash his head snapped up and looked around as if scanning the area, then he shook his head and returned to his conversation with his friends.
While being Totally lost in Never-Land, This skinny chick pushed past me while wildly flailing her arms in a pair of skimpy booty shorts that looked like they were in pain...
Unprepared, I cried out and shuddered as I came in contact with his hard back.
In an instant, I felt lightrning coursing through my veins as my heartrate increased and pupils dilated.
Finally, I looked up, ready to accept my fate.
My whole body screamed "MATE!" while my heart screamed "NO!" At least, not again...
Well, you know what they say,
"BITCHES AIN'T SHIT BUT HOES AND TRICKS."
