googleismygod
I never go to the gym. I tell my husband I do, because he is always making casual references to the fact that I'm gaining weight. He thinks he's super subtle, always suggesting, "No, I think I'd rather get a salad, you know, or something light," when all I want is a god-damned slice of pizza. So I tell him I go to the gym, when really I'm thinking, "Fuck you."
You've got a figure to die for! The shopkeeper exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to be here in the first place, and here I've got some desperate dressmaker trying too hard to get me to buy one of her dresses.
Tarheels. I am a tarheel, or at least that's what I'm supposed to be. Most people feel an extraordinary amount of pride, when they see that carolina blue color and the players run out onto the court. TAR! HEELS!