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Will The Real Demon Please Stand Up
Hi, kids. It's me, Sublingua, reporting from the computer pod in the gym. I just finished a workout. (Arms today, kids, and just enough cardio to warm up as I foolishly left the house without my jacket--before, of course, noticing the snow on the ground.) And since I always stop and wash my hands before I leave the gym (because some of them boys are none too clean), I went to the locker room. Where they keep the scale. And I decided to weigh myself. Now, I don't weigh myself too often. Maybe a couple of times a month--and always at the gym because I don't own a scale. I think they do the devil's work and I wouldn't therefore keep one in my house. So I pulled my keys and my walkman out of my pocket, because why tempt fate, you know? And then I stepped on the scale. 196. I weigh under 200 pounds. This may not seem very impressive to you, a woman who weighs under 200 lbs. I know, I know. You're thinking, I know of actual cars manufactured in Japan that weigh under 200 pounds. But see, the thing is: The last time I was under 200 lbs., I was in the sixth grade. I was ten or so. I have never, as an adult, been under 200 lbs. So it's a bit of a triumph for me, alright? I think I'm going to celebrate with some sushi and Aisho-san-viewing tonight. And maybe a pretty new bra. Because I saw a cute red one yesterday while I was shopping. And I deserve a reward. And here is a relatively poor photo for you to look at until I can post some pictures of myself in my cute new bra: Me, on May 16, 2000.
And here I am, earlier in January. And the beautiful thing about these photographs? They don't show you that almost nothing essential about me has changed.
More lies:
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