I will admit it; I don't surf blogs like I once did. Part of the reason is that I am so damn busy; part of the reason is that those who I put energy in following have called it quits. The no longer spend countless unpaid hours writing for my amusement. And they should, damn it.
A blog I rarely read but should (meaning I have not had a personal connection with the blog at all but it is well-written and interesting) is in the same funk as I am. Several people who were writing for her amusement have also quit. Why is that unwritten rule (okay I will write the rune down: "that you should to amuse us whatever personal sacrifice you have to make" being violated? I have not a clue.
But anyhow, from her site, I found Operation Skinny Bitch. Okay, most of my blogging buddies are guys. I know. You don't think about losing weight so you can wiggle into that shape-flattering one-piece. You think about breasts, football and spitting sunflower seeds on the sidewalk. And I write about breasts, football and cum shots. Nearly matches what you are thinking about – that's why you read my stuff. Well, that, and I know how to scan google images and place non-copywrited hotties on my blog as well. I get all that. But today, we are going to talk about getting ready for bikinis.
The difference between guys and gals is simple – and we are not talking about chromosomes or sex organs. In February, guys are thinking, "When does the swimsuit SI come again?" Gals see the damn issue in the check-out line, look at the date and think, "four more months to swimsuit weather." Okay six months for you northerners. In Georgia, we can don our swimsuits around spring break.
And that's where Operation Skinny Bitch comes in. This site is where you can share your loss without reprise of those judging people of Weight Watchers. I mean, we all hate skinny bitches, but at the same time we want to be the skinny bitch. In college, if I gained a few pounds, all I had to do was skip a meal or weight until that time of the month was over. Now, those last five pounds (which are really, to be honest, those last 12.5 pounds) are hard as hell to get rid of.
So this year I am trying to (1) lose pounds, and (2) gain blogging buddies. In particular, I would like to lose pounds off of my ass and pooch and gain blogging buddies that are entertaining and won't give up because no one else reads them. Let's focus on me, people.
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