musing...nah, rambling

You know--a flat ass is a crime. I don't care what a guy looks like, no ass, no interest. I HATE skinny jeans on a pencil thin body. sorry, it just creeps me out, or makes me laugh. Yes, I'm that evil old woman who cracks up at eye-linered, black hair, skinny azz boys, like the ones who slouch up to my register like the effort of breathing has exhausted them. Hello, we live in ButtFuck, Jersey. No one cares.

It's my generation, I think. I grew up on another idea of what was hot. An ass, number one. I love a nice butt. Big legs and a butt. Biker legs. You know what I mean. Well, maybe not but hey.

These breaks in sanity are brought to you by writer's block.