Orange Slices & Marmalade Drawings

I really enjoy the fact that i’m actually a little taller since high school, my boobs are a little bit larger, but i can still wear the sameeeee pants/shorts/skirts/bottoms. L O V E it. i can wear some of my old shirts, but they have to be long, because my (32D)boobs and long torso make 90 percent of all shirts belly shirts on me. and that’s annoying. my length is in my torso, not my legs. yet, at 5’9”, my legs aren’t short either.

And just to brag a little bit more, i was a size 0/2 in high school. yup. happy girl.

and all i do is drink beer and hang out. i do not run. i do not go to any gym. i do not work out.

thank you, momma, for your amazing metabolism and tiny figure. xoxo

so i love being single…even though i’m sort of seeing someone. and he’s so sexy and smart and fun and tenacious and let’s me be me!!! it also helps that we’ve been best friends for like eight years and he’s been in love with me the entire time. so…let’s just say his kiss sent me to the moon, seriously. like on a rocket and everything. i saw stars…it was amazing.

as you can imagine…the rest is just as magical. i’ve actually accused him of giving magical orgasms. and yes…after like four and not knowing where they all came from or how he did that…you start to make accusations of trickery and voodoo. sex voodoo. sighhhh….

:)

what no one told me is how fucking awful and painful it is after a breakup to lose the pets. I can’t tell you how much my heart aches for my fuzzy little Mapache and amazing hound dog, Ella. :(

i’m mourning the death of my relationship and the loss of my pets to him. Sucks so hard… :(