WTF v.2
I never thought I’d say this but…The madness has to stop!
I am going on a strict diet-Weight Watchers Style, yo!
My ass is spreading by the minute and not in that Nomi Malone kinda way. I am not used to this new body, this new chin and these new rolls. I just ran into my “bus crush” today, after having seen him about a year ago—he and I were having a little thing…(in my head) and our quiet flirtations are no longer, he didn’t even recognize me.
On my lunch break I went to buy some new pants, mind you I haven’t been able to buy anything spectacular since, maybe New Years Eve—and it was probably one of the most depressing moments of my life…My ass no longer looked hot in a pair of jeans, they just looked sad. In fact they wept, the left cheek and the right one—teared up for their former selves and yelled at me to get them back in shape.
So as of next week me and my happy asses will be yoga-ing, tae boe-ing, and cardiovasculati-ing our way into a size (@!?*&%^).
But first: The All You can Eat Soul Food Buffet on 147th and Sibley! Woo Hoo!
Now that you done told the World you better follow up - in shape half-steppin’ will be found out.
P.- Tis True, Mon Bro…I will probably have to re-word my tirade…However I have started with very sensible egg-white breakfasts and 1/2 hour walks to and from the “work”. Thanks, kid. Good lookin’ out.