taking in sf, literally

san francisco is either a food lover's paradise or a food lover's hell. meaning -- that i need an extra stomach. dear santa, if i promise to be good, may i have a spare? or maybe a hollow leg?

clown mirrors

since the third grade, i have considered myself to be a fat person. and i don't know why. i'd like to stop now.

style

i think i need to switch-up my writing style. how do i do that?

talking to the sisters

JoieTang: now that mom's gone shopping with me and has seen how much it frustrates me, she keeps calling me with fashion advice
medolie: that's b/c she wants you to get a mate
medolie: duh
medolie: she hates mine
medolie: and alexa is still young
medolie: so she's focusing on you
medolie: before your lake dries up or whatever she said
JoieTang: you guys talked about my lake?
JoieTang: i feel all exposed
medolie: i was laughing pretty hard
JoieTang: oh good grief
medolie: don't let your lake dry up, joy
medolie: b/c then you can't lactate and have huge children
medolie: like the four of us
medolie: hahaha
JoieTang: oh yeah
JoieTang: this is the "if i don't have children, my system won't work" conversation
JoieTang: the system meaning my body
JoieTang: this is mom's "if you have it, you should USE it" logic, which means that my breasts will be wasted if they are not used as bottles
JoieTang: good stuff

so my legs do work...

today i ran my first 5k.