This Looks Familiar
Well, here I am again. Armed with information. Wanting so terribly to drop a dime on his ass. But knowing that I should just keep my big fat mouth shut. For now. It kills me to bite my tongue...and not just the pain. I really "can't hold water" as my mother would say. I want to tell it! I tell my friends...if you don't want me to tell something, then don't tell me. It kills me to keep secrets...not from everyone, but I feel like I have to tell
someone. So I'm telling you. Well maybe not the whole story cause it isn't safe yet. But boy do I have a bombshell, and when I drop it...there will be nothing left but ashes. KABOOM!
Of course I've known about his extra SOS (something on the side) for some time now, but I couldn't prove it. Now I can...and all from accidentally sitting my phat ass on the phone. It got the ball rolling, but little did I know what I'd find. Whew...it certainly is cold out there. I wouldn't want to be looking for a place to sleep in this weather. Oh well...I guess habitual cheaters just never learn or change. Look at Eric Benet and Halle Berry...I'm no Halle so I don't stand a chance. Oh don't get it twisted...I'm phat to death...but she damn sure outshines me at the bank. There's more, but I'm typing very early in the dark. Trying to be quiet. Keys are much louder here than at work...I'll check in again later. Peace.
Well, Hello There...
My husband started his new job today. It's here at my company. Okay, well he isn't
actually my husband. As a matter of fact, I've never even met him, but I did notice him when he came in for his first interview, and I've been keeping track with his progression from candidate to official employee ever since. But not in a stalker kind of way. His name is Hugo. H-U-G-O...umm...drool. I'm not sure whether I'm his type or not, but I've never let that stop me before.
Muah-ha-ha-ha-HA!
I say this all the time, and here it is again, I need to step up my whole workout/eating routine. I'm not getting the results I want, but...oooh look a chocolate muffin. Now where was I? Oh yeah, the whole diet thing. See...I just get off track much too easy. All it takes is the suggestion that I eat something delicious, but otherwise harmful to my figure, and I'm all over it. I am especially without restraint if the word, chocolate, is anywhere in the name, or any appropriate substitutes such as fudge, mocha, or cocoa. What is worse is that I'm a bit of a cook myself, so I can just whip up whatever I'm craving at the time, and promptly consume it before anyone is even aware of its existence. Tsk, tsk...oh dear.
I also have a few new unobtainable crushes. Well, I guess I shouldn't say unobtainable...just unlikely. I think I may have mentioned the first one, but if not...Elijah Wood. Yes Frodo! He is just cute as a button. But I mostly think about him in a much more, adult, not really a button at all sort of way. And then there's Leonardo DiCaprio...I started this crush after watching
Catch Me If You Can. He does an incredible job in that by the way. I've always thought he was quite the thespian, but never really was attracted to him until I saw clips of him from his new movie,
The Aviator, where he plays the eccentric and reclusive billionaire, Howard Hughes. He seems so...manly. All grown up and...well...manly. The last fellow is actually a friend of old Leo's...Tobey Maguire. I like him mostly for the same reasons as Mr. DiCaprio...its the whole superhero, I'm a big man who's here to save you sort of thing. Yeah...that always does it for me.
