wobbly am

as in wobbly, i am or i am wobbly or in fact more to the preciseness, wobbly morning... hyperaction mind last night from the sugar party (narshmallows) i gave the mouth before heading to bed... could not decide on food and jackson didn't have money to stop for anything and sanford stopped at boston market and i was not in the mood for that cuz i was torn between protein and crunchy friend and was subconsciously trying to resist the tv commercials for fried chicken and pizzas and i did not want to go out cuz i was sans will power and would have spent money and bought food i did not really want to put in the body so i had two cans of pasta and some almonds and marshallows and called it a night... and the belly still feels as bloated as ever which is very weird... belly and neck, i must starve the rest of the body to finally burn the fats cells there... it's the camel water sacks and tumors, no doubt...

oh sure, take that last bit seriously and ignore the simply cry for cuddling...

i stil my tongue out in your general direction...

narf :)