Flying squirel arms
Yesterday I got a massage, my massage lady, (yeah I couldn’t spell it correctly what ever eye roll) she started working on my arms, and we found some odd horrible knots. I feel like a nicely tendorized piece of beef. she has the pokiest fingers.
Anyways, my real thing is, I’ve always hated my arms, even when I was thin, never did I enjoy my abnormally large arms. This is not a plea for compliment I assure you, this is merely an observation on my part. I have never liked my arms. I don’t like sleeveless shirts, or having my arms touched, it’s an oddity, and now that i’ve told you this is if you all come by and pinch my arms, i will unleash my furry and you deff. don’t want that.
I digress, so I figured before I started loosing weight again, that one day my abnormaly large arms would just keep growing and I would grow like this flappy skin wings, and in about 30 years, I could glide from building to building. kinda like a flying squirrel yes. And in my own way I would kind of be like a super hero, but I could only escape and only if I was in a tree or maybe a tallish building. This is what goes through my brain most times…that and that nagging feeling some day I may choke on my own hair, and why if anything is in Japan green colored candy is melon which is really good and in America its lime which is disgusting.
That is all..Cheers!
