marshall_owens: I SM STILL FRM TEH PEOJECTS

i did something incredibly masochistic (?) the other day. ladies, if you haven't done it already, you will in a few years. it's a rite of passage into adulthood. the point where you realize all your youth is gone. what did i do, you ask? i tried on my prom dress. yes. i did the unthinkable. see, it's been in my closet, untouched since that fateful night. and out of some sick desire to cause myself pain, i decided i was going to see how it fit. oh, i can still get in it. but i am no longer a size 3. it hurts. can you believe i thought i was fat back then? (god, women have horrible self-images. that's a load of shit.) anyway. i'm all gung-ho on my exercise routine. in a couple months, i'm putting that bad boy back on. if i can get into that thing and not be straining any seams, i will have reached my goal.

my previous post seems to have been called into question...let me clarify a thing or two for you. if you contact me and start with your "poor me" spiel that i have heard many many times, and i am strangely silent? let me tell you why. i've seen the song and dance before. i know it by heart. and i've run out of things to say about it. i've given you my advice, my opinion, my sympathy...and i'm exhausted. i can't summon the energy to care anymore. that's what it boils down too. there's some honesty for ya.