Sunday, Nov. 24, 2002

That turkey is in trouble.

That turkey is in trouble.

I am being reminded day in and day out of how damn close these holidays are coming along. Thanksgiving is like a week away which makes Christmas like a month away. It's all too odd for me.

First of all this means that my schedule for work next week is some hectic shit. I work like every day EXCEPT Thanksgiving. Wow that was nice of them right? To give me that national damn holiday off? Yeah I thought so too.

This also means that I am going to have a lot of more food to eat for the next month or two. I mean we have to take into account all the leftovers I will have to endure. So, unfortunate for myself, more pounds will be creeping up on me. Now I know I like to say that I don't care about my weight. "Screw all you shallow motherfuckers who can't love a girl who has more to love," I say. But I would like to lose weight. However, I am a lazy person when it comes to that. I'm not totally lazy persay because I do do stuff. I mean I go to school, I go to work, I go out, I clean my room, all that nice jazz. I am lazy, however, when it comes to losing weight. Why couldn't I have been born like all those skinny girls? All ready to stay skinny for the rest of my life, able to chow down a double meat hamburger and not having to worry about being fat? That would have been nice. To live in a skinny body my whole life. I wonder how much different my life would have been? Think about it. If I was skinny I would have been approached a lot more by guys, which I may have taken them up on their offers. Then I might have wound up pregnant before I graduated high school, I may have never went to college, ultimately my future would have been down the drain. Shit, I guess I'm glad I am not skinny. Skinny for me equals fucked up future. Whereas being the sweet fattIE that I am equals who I am now (a single, working, schooling, freedomatic (if that's even a word)) woman. Yep I'm fat and I'm proud of it. Shit I might have some heart problems as I grow up, my arteries may be some clogged up m0f0s, but at least that is all going to happen without a squeling ass kid around me to have to worry about. At least when (or if) that happens my artery clogged ass will be holding a high school diploma in one hand and a bachelors degree in the other.

Yeah, the holidays bring upon the funny in me. "Eat up," I will tell myself. "At least your not your cousin who has 43890 kids that she can't take care of. Eat to your heart's desire." And with that in mind, that turkey is in trouble.