Return of Belly.
I shoulda changed that stupid lock.
I shoulda made you leave your key.
Belly, you seem to be sneaking your way back into my life. A fry here, a cookie there…now I’m three or four pounds heavier than I was a month ago.
Maybe my boobs are conspiring against me. They liked their resting place and they got tired of supporting themselves.
Well, too bad boobs. Get a job. It’s time to evacuate the free space that existed a half inch in front of me just four weeks ago.