Moving day
I’m kind of strong these days. Last fall I was carrying an armchair downstairs by myself; my friend Nancy said, “Do you need any help?” and my husband said, “No, Tony’s strong now. He likes being strong.” And I thought, actually, yes I do. And then I carried an armchair downstairs by myself.
I do not, however, look like Corey.
I have to say, if he were real, Corey would be my type of man. Ken has his charms, but facial hair always gets me going.
I am trying to get arms. Mainly because I’m losing my hair and putting on weight – bear is the only way to go from here!
Personally, I prefer Buttload, which is on the outskirts of Fuckton. Great musical festival there.
“Buttload” always makes me think of my college roommate, who once told me we needed more toilet paper and we only had “one buttful left”.