I'm not 800 pounds I'm like 115...
Never ask a woman how much she weighs... it's insulting. Ask her what colors she likes, patterns and fabrics. Maybe even designers.
Never assume I'm gonna crash your party to the ground. I will if you want... but I don't want that so I will laugh, giggle and dance just like you.
But I can level the playing field in 2.3 seconds.
Never think "she's covered she's got plenty of friends." I would love to be your bridesmaid. Really. All 10 weddings. Let's just find a dye-able dress.
I am not bad luck to have around.
I will be your pocket piece, your cardinal, hawk and dove.
I love being alone but not 'alone' ... Give me the chance to turn your invite down cause I've already gotten one earlier.
I do the best retail therapy sessions around.
Don't say "call me anytime" and not mean it. That's disgusting.
The one thing you gotta remember, this is like a bad debt hanging over my head, a foreclosure in the newspaper or a tailgater locking bumpers on a two lane road. But it's all in my head. It's not in yours.
It follows me everywhere. It creeps up on me anytime. And sometimes, it makes me mad when I'm met with silence. That hurts more than "I'm so sorry... anything I can do?"
While I want to be treated like usual. I don't know what that is, but I do know is, I'd rather not be reminded of the stuff in my head out on the street.
This will be hard. I know it will be. Even though holidays didn't mean much but laying around catching up on sleep and watching movies, it looks like I'm in the dark for a while.
And by the way, let me bring it up, not you.