THE SUN IS OUT. I repeat: THE SUN IS OUT. Soz for caps but this is such a rarity and I’m actually mildly excited about it. Today is an example of weather that I can get on board with; it’s sunny enough to look positively majestic but cold enough to save me from getting a sweat on.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not leggy. Not one iota. Not at all. Standing at a mere 5’5″, I have been blessed with a large derriere and cursed with tiny tits. Okay, maybe ‘cursed’ is a bit strong but I do sometimes wish a smidgen of the fat from my ass could travel upward (not too much though ’cause I’m still hoping to pull Kanye and he’s clearly an ass man).
Holidays are coming (holidays are coming, holidays are coming… always COCA COLA!) and I am so, so, so ready to SLEEP. I am full of the spirit of the season all year round – I start watching Elf and Miracle on 34th St in January in preparation for the looming festivities that are 12 months away; I am a Christmas whore. If it’s got fairy lights on it, I’ll visit it. If fake snow is strewn across the floor, I will grace that floor with my presence.