alarm goes off at 5:30 am so i can get my ass to the gym. eff that shit, yo.
look at the clock again, crap, hafta be at work in 45 min. get outta bed and begin my routing...
tralala have cramps so bad i think something must be trying to claw its way out of my uterus (and yes, i sing tralala throughout my morning routing)
tralala oatmeal, ezekial bread, egg whites- hells no. going to dunks for breakfast. take my shower.
tralala so bloated nothing fits. cotton sundress it is.
tralala feed the moo (for those of you who don't know, that's my dog. his real name is patton. but i call him moo. because he is as big as a moo cow.)
tralala take moo out to do his biz.
this is where the singing stops. this is where i almost die.
to quote monique, what the shit is that shit?! i should have put something next to it so you could compare the size- i am looking at a ruler right now, the thing had to be 2 inches. IT HAS TEETHY BITERS. holy eff. needless to say, i chose not to go out that door.
i am not quite sure what i am going to if it is still there when i get home. i am thinking move out and just let it have the house.