igual aire
I like clean places. I don’t like cleaning, per se. Vacuuming up spiders and their respective webby abodes do make me shiver profusely. But the end result of a good cleaning is always enlightening. A fresh renewal.
I am strange. I know that I need to lose weight. I know that I need to work out in order to look as good as my friends and my role models. I hear from my friends every day about how much they exercise and eat right. Yet still, I just sit and continue eating. I am strange. This is strange. And it’s not even that I don’t have enough intrinsic motivation to look better because I know that the only time a guy would look at me (as opposed to right through me) is when my face and body are attractice. Right now they just aren’t.
So why can’t I get off my ass and start working on it? This is why I am strange.
This is a random, juvenile, stupid post.
