I woke up this morning, got my vitamins & Zoloft, sat down with a nice, steaming cup of coffee (with fattening but yummy vanilla-flavoured cream), logged on and read this bunch of hooey for the first time.
dcomposed didn't randomly choose my name. I am fat. But he's just a kid, so what do I care?
I know my good qualities, fat or not. And I like the person I'm becoming, thanks anyway.
Boorite, Thank you. That really made me feel good! : ) It's a smart man who curls into a fetal
position anytime the concepts woman and fat occur together.
Andy, I ate all the pies before Obi could 'get any'.
And in the words of the great, famous Obijo:
quote:
I don't give a fuck about how any of you look. I care about how funny you are and how fun it is to talk to you. Your words. I'm not looking at you everytime you post, I'm reading your words. I care about you, not your packaging.
...God that last line would get pussy.
Well, not that last part for me, but the rest of it is how I feel as well. Hopefully you mooks, whom I've come to view as friends, will reciprocate those sentiments.
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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.â€
- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)