Today. Well, thanks to my endometriosis I spent a lot of

Then we went to Memphis Blues for dinner. So not my choice, but I'm trying to be the new, easy-going Duder. But yeah. Don't understand the allure. A lot of men seem to like this place, but I'm just not a huge carnivore and I know Michael wanted me to love the pulled pork sandwich but no, I will take my spicy tuna rolls any day. Plus? I am becoming more rotund and am worried about the upcoming week because it's hard to eat sensibly when on vacation. DAMN. Damn damn damn. Hate the gut. Why does it go to my waist anyways? Why can't it go to my breasts? Stupid fat.
Guilty confession: re-watched the intro to "The Bank Job" again before returning it. Saucy. I divulged this to Michael and he looked at me as though I was missing a chromosome. Well, I guess I won't invite him to my threesome!
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