Sometimes I try to do the right thing. Usually I don’t. My body hates me.
Today I woke up at 5 am. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I figured why not go on a jog? So, I’ve got my little white spandex tank top that makes me look like MAYBE sometimes I do active things, and my white tennis shoes, and my bright red shorts. Lookin’ cool.
I get outside and I run three blocks and then die of a heart attack. Basically.
Not in shape. But I have a shape, which is better than most American women.
So now I’m at home eating leftover Sonic, drinking a diet pepsi, and smoking a cigarette. I rock.
