When I left for Europe, I was 120 lb, nobody really said much about my weight (no news is good news, right?…) and my clothes were at the point where none of them fit quite like they were supposed to.
Now, home again after a week and a half of intense walking around England and Rome and another week and a half of eating nothing but pasta and doing physical work six hours a day in the Mediterranean heat, my “tight” jeans have become loose, and people have been asking if I’ve lost weight.
Can’t say for sure what the answer is to that, since my stupid family doesn’t believe in scales, so I’ll get back to you on that one.
I gotta say, this is one of the happiest days I can remember.
I’ve heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the Lord,
but you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this,
the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
i wanna know who decided it was ok to bleed out of your vagina