Representin' fo tha FFP, son!
That's right, I stole this name. I admit it. I had this sticker like a decade ago and lost it somewhere, but NOW...it's mine again. And my life is complete. Well, not really. But less UNcomplete, for sure. Hey, if you guys want one, lemme know! I can get more and I'll even mail them for free because I care about my little corner of webspace here that much. I really do think it's a good message...like, stop being scared of fat people. We're not clowns, or wolves, or even bears. We're nice and smart and funny and we don't even smell bad like TV portrays. So...yeah, fight the phobia.
In the ultimate bit of irony, I remember in college I was scared of a fat person. And yeah, I was still fat. So ignorant. It was like the only person I ever met at that tender age that was fatter than me. Remind me to tell you all about that story one day.
Also, glasses. I NEVER wear them in pictures because I think they make me look like Jan-Brady-esque-Dorkosaurus. But I'm trying to get over that so I can be cool like these dudes:
I got this one too since I'm old now. And COOL!
That's my "do what I say because I'm old" face.
Alright, I'm outta here. For real this time! I made Turkey Filet Mignon and a baked potato for dinner and my whole apartment smells like bacon now. I can say, as far as smells go, bacon is a winner. I hope that turkey doesn't suck cause I bought a whole box of those suckers.