Post by grace on Aug 19, 2007 1:17:57 GMT -5
Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle.
I really think I'm starting to get fat. Which isn't good at all. If I jiggle then I sway. If I sway, well, I'm just going to fall over now ain't I? Thought so. I looked down to try and watch myself walk, to see if I was really starting to jiggle, but alas! I can't see my stomach. Which is horrid, because if I can't see it that means my chest is to big.
And I want to know when I started giving a damn. And when I started thinking. If I think then things are going to go downhill from here that's for sure. It's not a healthy habit. At all, because when horses start to think thats when they make stupid choices. Now if you think after you make the choice, thats when its okay. But I don't really have a choice to make, so I need to stop.
Jiggle. Jiggle. Sway.
Oh yeah, I'm really getting fat. I guess it would help to look around and pick a lovely spot to fall over, eh? Yes, that would be nice.
She walked through the lush space of green land and allowed her honey brown eyes to observe the space around her. Occasionally said eyes would look down to make sure she didn't lose her footing and fall on her arse, she was often a clumsy mare. Her oddly marked coat gleamed rather dully in the mid-afternoon sun, with the thin layer of sweat that wrapped itself around her.
Her banner moved idly back and forth, content with its lazy motion to match the swaying of her haunches. Her mane was occasionally swept up by the un-interrupted breeze that crept over the vast meadow lain out in front of her. Ah what a good day it was, outside of her mind.
She walked in a kind of a monotone rhythm across the field, searching for a spot of shade to offer relief from the sun. Finally she found a tree that gave enough shade off, and she did what she said she was going to do. She fell over.
I really think I'm starting to get fat. Which isn't good at all. If I jiggle then I sway. If I sway, well, I'm just going to fall over now ain't I? Thought so. I looked down to try and watch myself walk, to see if I was really starting to jiggle, but alas! I can't see my stomach. Which is horrid, because if I can't see it that means my chest is to big.
And I want to know when I started giving a damn. And when I started thinking. If I think then things are going to go downhill from here that's for sure. It's not a healthy habit. At all, because when horses start to think thats when they make stupid choices. Now if you think after you make the choice, thats when its okay. But I don't really have a choice to make, so I need to stop.
Jiggle. Jiggle. Sway.
Oh yeah, I'm really getting fat. I guess it would help to look around and pick a lovely spot to fall over, eh? Yes, that would be nice.
She walked through the lush space of green land and allowed her honey brown eyes to observe the space around her. Occasionally said eyes would look down to make sure she didn't lose her footing and fall on her arse, she was often a clumsy mare. Her oddly marked coat gleamed rather dully in the mid-afternoon sun, with the thin layer of sweat that wrapped itself around her.
Her banner moved idly back and forth, content with its lazy motion to match the swaying of her haunches. Her mane was occasionally swept up by the un-interrupted breeze that crept over the vast meadow lain out in front of her. Ah what a good day it was, outside of her mind.
She walked in a kind of a monotone rhythm across the field, searching for a spot of shade to offer relief from the sun. Finally she found a tree that gave enough shade off, and she did what she said she was going to do. She fell over.
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