December 28, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
Anybody remember Surge?
I have a memory of getting a t-shirt and a dollar in a fake bottle out of a vending machine.
The dollar was to buy an actual soda because your initial dollar got you a shirt.
I feel like the t-shirt was fucking huge.
Like a 3XL or something.
Huge for me in high school, that is.
I used to be a scrawny little fucker.
Surviving on Cosmic Brownies and Sam’s Colas.
Back when I was invincible and my metabolism burned off everything as fast as I could pack it in my mouth.
Everything felt so new and exciting.
Man, was I a fucking idiot.
Bless his little 16 year old heart.
The word of the day is: Zaftig.
|[ zahf-tig, -tik ]|
(of a woman) having a pleasantly plump figure.
I read that to mean a lady with a curvy figure.
Apparently it tends to mean curvaceous or voluptuous.
As in thicc.
She’s definitely zaftig.
So the only way for the hula girl to be zaftig is if here 36-24-36 measurements were on a 5’3″ frame.
According to the Sir Mixalot rules of governance.
This post is so far off the rails I don’t even know what’s happening any more.
I need a nap.
Or at least a giant cup of coffee.
My brain is trying to wrap up everything for 2021, prep everything for 2022, tidy up the house from the holidays, and back for my vacation.
It’s fucking chaos.
Luckily I thrive in chaos.
Time to dive back in.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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