Now, spending an evening staring at scantily clad women walk down a runway is not my idea of a grand night. And it may have just been me and my recent obsession with very fit girls, but my googly eyes could not be shoved back in their sockets. I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. A Vicki's Angel. I've got the walk down. It's only the body and height that I need to work on...
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How about that for work out inspiration?? And I was about to skip the gym tomorrow. Yeah right. I was also going to skip the chocolate tonight...buuuut looking at those tiny hungry bodies just made me hungrier.
2 comments:
yea i didn't watch that shit. i like to keep loving myself thankyouverymuch. seeing bodies that hot make me want to kill myself.
ha!
funny comment above.
I sort of agree...too much scrutiny isn't a good thing.
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