Being Single · Dieting · Dysfunctional · Life · Relationships

The walk of shame

I’m pretty sure I just saw blonde girl doing the walk of shame at 8:30 this morning as I sat at a light on my way to Starbucks. My first thought was, “Thank God it’s not me,” and my second was, “Whats with the stomach – is she prego already?” She was a relatively thin girl but her serious frontal MuffinTop was betraying a lack of workout. “Poor thing,” I thought as I tucked in the fat roll over my cotton-candy colored sweats. At which point the light turned green and I made my way to Starbucks to ordered a Venti Mocha Frap.


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