Cushy waistline for life

I dared myself to put up a post with actual words in it, so here it is.

I followed a link to an amazing blog last week and it made me seriously reconsider my entire blogging career.

I say things that people don't understand. A lot. And it doesn't matter that I say them in clear English. You see, the missing piece stays in my head and all that comes out is the epilogue.

Once I heard a story about a human man that made pleasure of a human woman twenty times in a row. Or maybe it was twelve. After ten I lost count of what she was saying to me. They should get married.

I wondered if my friend and I had a fight.
I wonder if I will ever get over the fight I had with my other friend, years ago.
I'm glad my other friend apologised to me. Now I am free to love her again. I missed her.
And my other friend, because we are free to fight, and we love each other, and we just make up again.

Funniest thing! After I wrote six chapters of a novel (shhh! + whoop!) I read another one that was written in exactly the same style, and even had similar elements. Dark cupboards, to be exact.
And brackets, and long sentences, and commas. Hashtag No Plagiarism.

I would like to do the thirty-day fitness challenge, but I don't like pain, and will not do more than ten push-ups if there isn't someone there to promise me that I won't die. So if you'd like to do this with me that would be great, otherwise it's cushy waistline for life.

I deleted three sentences from this stream-of-consciousness post. So, if you think this post was unedited, ha! to you, and goodnight.