I used to wear clothes a size two big, kinda baggy. That was until some four years ago, when I was living in Amsterdam, in Peggy's house. I found some great undershirts, Italian made, but the three they have left were a size too small. I've tried one in the shop. A bit tight, but like I said, they were too good to let go.
I remember opening the door to let one or two (female) visitors in, with whom I never "had anything" except friendship (which is good enough). Moreover, I remember how they sized me up. And down. And up again. The Pavlov's bitch reflex, hahaha. (We, the male hot dogs aren't any better, just more obvious.)
They couldn't resist. Now I wear clothes my own size. I'm big enough even without the ten or so kilograms I've lost in recent months.
I feel good! I'm gonna unleash myself tonight on the blog to type in everything I came up today. Everybody feels good today, it was a warm, sunny day in Rotterdam.
Creative juices flowing like the beer. Read it at your own peril.
Post je objavljen 09.02.2008. u 18:44 sati.