Alright, this is a huge deal for me. I know only veeeery few of you know me personally, but if you did, you’d know that I haven’t owned a pair of shorts, no exaggeration, since sixth grade. Not even to go on the beach with. Not even to sleep in. No shorts. Zip. Since I started my diet and all that health garbage, I’ve lost 45 lbs. I’ve built rather bottom heavy, and my hips are WIDE AS FUCK, but I no longer think it would offend someone to see my thighs in shorts now. And if they do, fuck it, my sense of humor and language are pretty offensive on their own, might as well let my body parts contribute.

I thought buying a pink article of clothing was the limit to my stepping-out-of-the-comfort-zone kick I was on, but now SHORTS? I’m not even kidding, that sound you hear? That’s hell freezing over. 

I have a severe case of chronic bitchfacé.

Walking to the liquor store…? File under: things I do not recall. Also I love my men, they’re the best.

Zombie night this weekend, I’m gonna destroy myself! Had to test it out right quick though, I’m mostly pleased. Needs some tweaks, this should be interesting!

The entirety of this weekend was so rad. Today was solid hours of cruisin’ to oldies music.

Nobody freak out, but I’m wearing pink. FUCKING PINK. I can’t go to Search & Destroy without getting one tacky, hideous thing. Being a little over 40 lbs lighter, I feel slightly less ridiculous in ridiculous clothing. If I start wearing color though, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to become. I almost gave my mother a heart attack.

Love my best friend <3

Rocky Horror Zombie night, it was pretty sick.

Nose testicles