when my jeans shrank

I finally went to artisticalley and posted a few things. I was rather nervous about it. Hopefully there won’t be any “omg, I hate your art, it all looks the same, I hate you” sort of people. *shudders*

I really don’t want to go to work or school today. I want to sleep! *yawn*

I need to get in better shape. My metabolism probably isn’t what it used to be. I should stop eating McDonald’s for every meal, and stop having six or seven Reese’s a day. And as good as the bike is, I don’t think it can do much for me anymore. I’m going to start kickboxing this summer so hopefully that’ll help some. Maybe I’ll start jogging with Indy or something.

(on the other end of the spectrum…. one of my favourite pair of jeans DOESN’T fit very well anymore… but the waist is fine, no, see, they’re also shorter than they used to be. Seriously, they’re about an inch shorter! Did the shrink? I really don’t think I’ve gotten taller. I don’t wear them anymore because of that. It looks stupid.)