Dear Fat Cells, I have a bone to pick with you. You are a million tiny dark clouds that, en masse, have been growing inside of me, haunting me. Terrorizing me, really. You are like pigeons who hang around garbage dumpsters, waiting for half-eaten burritos. You are scavengers who lie in wait scooping up pancake [...]
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Why Can’t We Be Friends?
Nobody ever talks to me at the gym. (Excuse me…the “club”. According to them, I don’t belong to something so common as a gym). I don’t know if it’s my scowling demeanor or my “Fuck You and the Horse You Rode In On” T-Shirt, but for whatever reason, I’m not verbally approachable. However, the other [...]
