It might sound irrationally and pathetically sad that I was depressed after trying on my new thigh high socks from NastyGal. Not one, but three pairs of socks that managed to turn my legs that I never had problems with into cellulitey blobby gross things.
I am still in rabid anticipation that my Free People boots will make me look stumpy. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and praying for dear life they don't cause I've never paid so much for a pair of flat shoes before.
Anyway, wake up call. MAVIS NGUI, YOU ARE NOT OF AN ACCEPTABLE WEIGHT.
TIME TO GET ON THAT STAIRMASTER.
Hahaha wait I don't even have a StairMaster. Perhaps I should try bouncing on my bed.
I am still in rabid anticipation that my Free People boots will make me look stumpy. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and praying for dear life they don't cause I've never paid so much for a pair of flat shoes before.
Anyway, wake up call. MAVIS NGUI, YOU ARE NOT OF AN ACCEPTABLE WEIGHT.
TIME TO GET ON THAT STAIRMASTER.
Hahaha wait I don't even have a StairMaster. Perhaps I should try bouncing on my bed.
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