Today is a strange day. I have a case of the hormonies. After giving my poor, Wifesy, an ear full about how I’m fat and why do I need to be thin? Is it the triteness and glamour of Los Angeles that is forcing me to try and be so? Because if that’s the reason, I ain’t doing it. Is it some kind of crazy, keeping up with the Joneses kind of thing? Because if that’s the reason, I don’t give a rat’s behind. Wifesy, said, “No.” Then she went on to say some very on point things about my past and how I won’t deal with it because of my mom, much like I don’t want to completely deal with my finances…
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