It’s Holly

so sorry. reality t.v. has been keepin’ a sista pre-occupied. here’s the update.

the dope ass company i work for got us tickets to the all-star game. so i went saturday and sunday. here are the pictures. doesn’t get any better than a suite at the Staples Center. I think i was more interested in seeing famous people than the actual game. That and the free food and booze. i saw janet, but no nipple (sorry folks). she was with ugly rat lookin’ jermaine dupree. he better be reaaaaaally nice. looks ain’t everything but damn, they gotta be something. magic johnson walked into our suite thinking it was his. that was funny. i went into the suite next door (sorry A-7) to see if they had better food. they had potstickers - we didn’t. bastards.

on a heavier note… much heavier.

it seems i’ve grown a new chin. they’re multiplying like bebe kids. i’m losing my neck. soon i’ll have cankles. my collar bone has a soft protective padding. it’s not baby fat, it’s just fat, baby. i’m a biscuit away from oprah circa ‘83. i’d leave the rolls at the bakery, but they stuck to my back. shit is outta control. i’m gettin’ fitted for moo-moos, y’all. i’m damn near sick of this. i’m going to the gym tonight - for real this time. i kinda miss going to the gym all the time. i remember when i would go twice a day, i was so into it when i had sessions with my trainer. now i drive by 24 hour fitness and wonder what i’m gonna have for dinner. …sigh… back to the gym for me. for real this time.