I have no books to read. That is really not true, I have plenty of text books to read, but that is not really what I want to read. I want my usual dose of romance books. My kids won’t go to the library to get me books because apparently they have a reputation to protect 🙁
I convinced a friend to go to the library for me and I couldn’t give any hints to her as to what books I have already read or the author I like and she got me the books I have already read. I usually go to the library and pick up the books with a heart sticker on it ( romance) and that is brand new. ( I have read all the old ones! ). I don’t even check the name of the author because it is a pointless exercise…. All stories are practically the same theme..so I prefer to waste the least amount of brain cells.
I hate reading ebooks..it just doesn’t feel the same and if you are like me who will occasionally sleep off while reading..then you know kindle falling on the nose hurts a lot more than a paperback!
So we are back to ” I am bored, I have nothing to do”
Imperfections.. ever since the onthu looky period, I haven’t really stood in the mirror to analyse my body. ( You wouldn’t either if you think you look like a gecko)
Since I have nothing much to do.. I thought I shall inspect my body..
I was never really bothered about stretch marks.. I have plenty. I am a mom and stretch marks are part of me. But what I noticed this time was cellulite on my thighs. Ideally I should say ” I have cellulitis, so what?” Like one of those models/celebrity.. But that is not what I did..
I swore using few colourful words and then I checked Dr. Google for miracle cure, then I felt sorry for me and tried to convince myself that I am being really vain worrying about something really trivial..
But the truth of the matter is.. I am 44..it is inevitable that I will get cellulite..but I still can’t imagine having to wear skirts that are long enough to hide my cellulite.
I hate having to grow old..there I said it.