Self-Loathing Love

I never simultaneously hate and love myself as much as I do when I forget to pack a sports bra (or shoes, or pants…) in my gym bag and can’t work out.

-Bev

So now, I’m just sittin’ here, writin’ this blog post from the gym, because I’m working my shift at the front desk. So, in a way… I AM making money from this blog.

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4 Comments

  • Reply
    Keith
    March 9, 2016 at 8:14 pm

    (Wine) Glass half full. I like it, Bev.

    • Reply
      beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
      March 9, 2016 at 9:25 pm

      Keith, I love how your comments always go to my Spam folder… tonight, you were literally stuck in between two ‘horny girls now’ messages. I think you do this on purpose.

      Also, I’m listening to Posner, drinking Chardonnay right now. Am I you?

  • Reply
    Hattori Hanzo
    March 9, 2016 at 6:36 pm

    This post . . . Not even sure what to make of it.

    • Reply
      beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
      March 9, 2016 at 9:17 pm

      First comment that comes to mind:
      “What, you’ve never forgotten to throw your sports bra in your gym bag, Hattori?”
      Second comment that comes to mind:
      “You don’t know what to MAKE of it? Then you can just MAKE like a tree and leave, Hattori.”
      Your choice. 😉

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