the gift

i had a lovely dream about a sweet guy,someone i conjured up in my subconscious,i guess,last night. he had long hair,and i don't really like long hair on guys,but he was so sweet i didn't care.

the dream had some kind of divine element to it too that i can't describe,but i felt compelled to name my dream 'the gift'. because it made me wake up feeling loved (i feel that the sweet guy was just a symbol for God,for love from the divine...) and it was unexpected and appreciated considering i thought i'd be very depressed this morning (tuesday are usually the toughest,plus i was bummed out about the therapist thing.)

do i look fat in these pants?

well,yes,as a matter of fact i do. if i had the technology,i'd post a picture so you could see for yourselves.

i don't care enough to not wear these pants,though,because they are very comfy. and they are comfy because they fit,i.e. they are not too baggy. if i wear baggier pants i can hide my fat belly.

i have a fat belly because i havent' done situps since the ice age and that's where all the ben and jerry'ses go,it seems. i don't have the childbirth excuse,but i wouldn't go through childbirth just for that excuse!

well,just thought y'all would want to know.