Trying not to sing My Humps

Speaking of phases, I’m in my bloated one–the weight that comes and goes with the phases of the moon. I love that line from The Birth of Venus. 🙂 I’m touchy these days. This week, don’t even mention the words fat, chubby, and big in front of me. And never ever tease me about my appetite.

… Or else I’ll furiously wash all your dirty dishes while I simmer with rage. (Which is what I did last night at Jovett’s house. It’s my version of energy allocation.)

Please excuse me for a moment. I’m suffering from Last Song Syndrome and I have to suppress the urge to burst into My Humps here at work. The pressure is so bad that I need a double chocolate muffin and a black coffee. Heh. Thanks, J.


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