grandstand

The best exercise of the day for me comes at the beginning of the day.  I dread the moment my alarm goes off, the little sigh I try (and fail) to suppress as I weakly urge myself to open my eyes.  It's the worst feeling in the world to know that it's morning, that I'm really cute and have these adorable eyes, but I still have to get up and walk down the hall to get food like anyone else.  What kind of world are we coming to when the privileged live as the underprivileged?  I keep hearing people protesting about this 1% business.  Why can't I be the one percent?  Not to buy into the media or anything, but I just know that if I could lose some weight I'd be having breakfast in bed.


It's time to make my grand stand.