Black coffee, one spoonful of sugar substitue. Yes folks, it's almost bikini season. I'm tired of women's magazines trying to convince me that I should be doing buttock clenches at the bus stop and making celery a substitute for chocolate. However, the sun came out today, which led to thoughts of skimpy clothes, and I noticed my belly was sticking out that bit further than it should. This brought me on to the huuuge problem I have with the tops of my arms in those little strappy vest things. I'm tired of being sucked in by women's magazines and trying to disguise the fact that I'm doing buttock clenches at the bus stop. Vanity is an affliction, not a choice, and I wish everybody would stop trying to make money out of the dimples on my thighs.
I saw Vince Noir, goth fairy, naked today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf_lrgD6gck
He's skinny to the point where you can make out his internal organs. I think I still fancy him though. Or maybe I'm just in a particularly bad mood.
