Well, as typical and flamboyantly ( I don’t think that’s a word. It is now!) gay as this is.
Today, I made the terrifying decision to put all of my art up for sale. Yeah, I know. Another glorified abstract artist trying to make a living off doing what he loves. Rude, right?
Anyways. It’s bright. It’s cheery. Like me. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m a bump on a log. Unless you give me food. Then BAM! Insta happy fat man.
Oh, here’s the website. Whoops.
I’d like to officially throw out some love for potatoes. Other then muffins, they’re probably the one thing I never give up on in life!
They’re also probably the main reason I’m chubby.
You know, cause who eats potatoes without a bit of oil.
In retrospect, blowing a kiss to the driver who was tailgating me may not have been the reaction he was wanting, but his face was definitely worth the excessive honking, I must say!
His finger seemed to have some sort of glitch,too. Weird.
You may want to get that get looked at, friend!
Maybe he just really needed a hug.
On a side note, the skies here have been quite lovely!
Have a wonderful day, Beautiful people!
Evidently I’ve been working on this list of sorts. So, without further delay.
The Chubby Life Sessions
This one probably isn’t the WORST, but it definitely holds some real weight. Yeah, I know. That was bad.
Anyway. This ones called the Big Bellied Boxer Roll. Happens to me most mornings as I’m trying to rid of the crease and wrinkle boxer problems you have once you get your pants on. Yeah, you’ve been there.
So, you’ve moved past that. You’re feeling confident, you’re starting to dance a little in celebration, then you spot it. The clouds start rolling in, the sweat is starting to form, and you promptly attempt to suck in your gut in hopes that will solve the issue. To no avail, it’s still staring you down in the mirror.
Yep, it happened again. The sheer weight and shape of your gut has caused the elastic band on your boxers to roll over and let out a faint squeak of failure.
The emotional stress you’re feeling at this point is reason enough to shed a tear, perhaps even workout. Or you can just go eat a muffin.
Yep, I’m eating a muffin.
The Big Bellied Muffin Lover.
I think I have entirely to much confidence when consuming bananas in public. It seems to freak people out.
Except for the dude who seemed to be on a very important call. I apologize, I should have never made eye contact. Poor dude started air laughing then snorted in an effort to breath. That’s my bad. Hope it wasn’t a phone interview.
First rule of banana consumption: Never make eye contact.
After a quick cruise on Facebook this afternoon, I was overwhelmed with the amount of negative feedback on all of the LGBT pages that I’m subscribed to. It gave me a heavy heart, and I just want to tell anyone who may be struggling with their sexuality or gender identification;
It’s okay to be Gay. It’s okay to be Transgender. It’s okay to be Bisexual. It’s okay.
You Are Beautiful.
Please. Be kind to one another.
I think I just woke up snoring, there’s drool, my hairs NOT on point, and the potential butt crack show I just performed pretty much sums up the last two hours.
Yep, I fell asleep in the coffee shop again.
Least the coffee finally cooled down enough to drink.
Another succesful outing.
How on earth am I single.