speaking of butts,
the other day i saw this grandma with her grandson.
they were both adorable.
you could tell they were related… they looked a lot alike.
they both had short hair.
she was jaunty.
she had on adorable jeans. some cute tom’s shoes.
she looked great. i would like to look that good, now. 🙂
and the little boy loved to pat her on the butt.
it was like her butt is so cute that it’s a continual part of her identity everywhere she goes.
hmmm. humans are soooooooooooooo
why does it bother me when women wear exercise pants as pants in totally public situations? i was brought up to think that was inappropriate and now i feel forced to have to do it to stay in step with the times.
i think it’s slutty and i guess we have to be slutty now, to compete? even old-ass bitches have to wear slut clothes or be ignored and invisible. POOP!
i kinda got hijacked by an ‘old-timer’ in AA.
he laid it on thick, acted expertly.
a predator. that is how i see it.
it pisses me off.
but all i can do is use it as another learning experience, i guess.
i’m a slow-learner. self-professed.
BUT that was an interesting restaurant.
authentic atmosphere… whatever.