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This is a damn sight more mundane and boring than my usual Barbelith posts, but dammit, I feel like saying it, so I fucking will:
I've lost seventeen pounds! I can fit into my old jeans again! And my 1960s Pierre Cardin dinner jacket! I can run properly again! I can climb the stairs at Haymarket Metro without thinking I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack! My man-breasts have vanished! My muscles are coming back! My energy levels are astonishing, and I have the sex drive of a fucking ten-foot-tall vampire rabbit! I feel great! And I look like sex on a stick! And I have a gig in two weeks time! And I'm going to a ball 2moro! Hurrah!
Right, that's my big happy for the day. Now stick yours in below (oh, and feel free to compliment me on my return to top form, too): |
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