05.28.03
I think I like weekends off best because I can lounge around in pajamas and sweats all day long, and I never feel like a big heifer because my pants are all too tight.
I mean, it isn't that I'm really fat or anything, it's just that I can effectively fasten my pants without cutting myself in half.
Or cram myself into a pair of underpants without making some serious panty lines, and we're talking no pants here, just some serious flesh indentation.
Of course, this also means that I really have nothing better to doat home than make homemade sushi, spinach and feta stuffed breadsticks, or tyropita (greek cheese pie) -- and then eat it all.
Having culinary skillz, and also having serious leanings towards outright gluttony, doesn't make for a teensy Kristen.
They make for a Kristen that can't afford to buy new pants, and is forced to wear the same ones over and over again, because they don't hurt the tender tender Kristen-flesh.
Remember, I dent easily.
What's in your head?