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AND ANOTHER thing I hate about the fact that I’m fluffy.

It’s all these people who are trying to get me to buy or drink all these crap that’s “supposed” make me thin.

I mean, seriously, I know I’m fluffy, but I don’t need any toxic junk to make me thin. I don’t care if you say “Oh, this drink is ephedra free” or “this drug made me lose a lot of weight”. That thing has drugs in it to MAKE you thin. And drugs, if taken on high dosages, can lead to health issues. I don’t want to take something that can give me health issues when I’m already trying to deal with another.

Probably the only thing I want so I could get thin… is own room. Honestly. I have a yoga mat and I know some yoga poses I can do. The problem is I have a sister who does not appreciate the benefits of yoga and bellydance, and laughs her head off when I even try to do a bellydance shimmy. So yeah, I need my own room where I can do a downward dog without anyone laughing, or do shimmies without anyone miming that there’s an earthquake because I’m dancing. If I have my own room and I can work out in there without anyone laughing, I swear, I’ll be as sexy as a centerfold girl… but probably not as pretty.

Nothing much to do that Sunday. I made a video as I teach my kid Sean Kirk how to ride a motorcycle properly. Read more of the story at Sean Kirk’s Blog.

Actually, there is only one thing I hate about being fluffy.

It’s finding the right clothes for my size.

It’s really annoying when I have to go to clothing stores only to find that the really cute blouse I wanted doesn’t come in my size. At one time, I was looking at this really beautiful chiffon blouse and I asked a sales lady if they got it in my size. She forced a smile and gave me a look that said, “Like heck you goin’ to fit in there, tubby”.

I swear, if I could just sew and design my own clothes, I would make a wholesale clothing store for fluffy people that includes gothic lolita costumes and anime clothes. Heck, maybe I’ll put in an extra aluminum bat to allow chubby people to bash the heads of sales ladies like the ones I had the misfortune to meet when shopping.

Maybe I should try and save up for a sewing machine. Yeah, that would be cool. Then I’d make like a Vincent Valentine cape thing and just glower at people mysteriously… it’ll look good with my mask. XD