Dreams

I remember going to Downtown Chicago to a "hip" club once. At this club, they had girls dancing on elevated boxes wearing boy cut underwear and push-up bras. I want to be that girl. I want to be the girl that the club pays to dance on top of a box. The girl that makes other girls gossip about her, and say things like "She's a ho" or "I bet she's dumber than a box of rocks" because they really are jealous. Yes, I do believe I want to be that girl.

Wow...it's been awhile

I haven't blogged in a minute or 2 huh? Not much has changed.....I'm still back and forth on weight watchers like it's my job. However, I currently have no gym to call home so I'm calling home my gym. I've flipped it old school and did a Tae-bo video this week. Billy really need not wear the spandex. Too much, too much. Also, why don't those girls have their hair pulled back in a pony tail? They need to get some real people working out on those tapes. Show me a chubby girl with a red face and a nice swass stain....