shando

I don't have the internet. I HATE that. I thrive on the internet; it is my television. I am stealing time at the library and struggling to keep attention...
I am in trying out Alabama, looking to find a job. The job market here is horrible.
That is about all I can offer right now.
I really want to start excersizing because I have been wearing a bikini alot these days, scrutinizing pictures, and those advertisements of fit, lithe little bodies really do get to me. They are like that extra little bitterness in my coffee that makes me question why I continue drinking the shit when it makes me cringe, then I take another sip...
That didnt make sense and more practice might bring something better to the table. Maybe.
Goodbye for now... I am off to not find a job in an online job search.
But then, what if I got as fit and tiny and lithe and graceful as i could possibly get? I still dont have legs that extend for miles, and my ass can only be so rounded before it reaches its limits... which certainly wouldnt earn me a playboy cover but... wait I DONT WANT THAT ANYWAY.
What I really want... is just that feeling of empowerment and satisfaction when I look in the mirror, and I can bathe in my pathetic little ego, and think damn, you look good. You look damn good. You look good, damn. You know. Or walk with more bounce, prowress, and power to my steps, instead of a stiff, half cringing gait that looks really hardly willing to move at all and FAr from being used to the freedom to do so.
Now I mean it this time. Now and this time, really, goodbye.