Thar she blows!
Yesterday while dressing, I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror affixed to my closet door.
"Holy crap!" I thought. "I'm starting to look just like one of the stars of one of my favorite TV shows!"
Who, you ask? Evangeline Lilly, perhaps? A Desperate Housewife, maybe?
Um, yeah...not so much.
Rather, my flabby, pasty figure is frighteningly reminiscent of none other than Toot Braunstein.
It might be time to buy a Bowflex.
But hey, I should get some great exercise carrying an intoxicated gay man or two up Christopher Street in a gahddamn blizzard tomorrow night. It's a start.
"Holy crap!" I thought. "I'm starting to look just like one of the stars of one of my favorite TV shows!"
Who, you ask? Evangeline Lilly, perhaps? A Desperate Housewife, maybe?
Um, yeah...not so much.
Rather, my flabby, pasty figure is frighteningly reminiscent of none other than Toot Braunstein.
It might be time to buy a Bowflex.
But hey, I should get some great exercise carrying an intoxicated gay man or two up Christopher Street in a gahddamn blizzard tomorrow night. It's a start.
posted by Helen the Felon at 3:49 PM
4 Comments:
It's times like these I wish I was a New Yorker, but I could never be a Yankee fan.
just thought i'd tell you that it's been 70 degrees and sunny here in san francisco all week. =)
love from the bay area. all right, you can kick me now.
Your posts are so amusing. Hope you got a nice workout hauling people around
Bow-flex? It's all about the X-abs, baby!
At least, that's what Jane and Allure magazines said. And I believe everything I read, so it must be true.
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