What's that you say? I can't hear you over the muscles.
If Taylor Lautner were my pool boy, I'd weigh a hell of a lot less. No snacking. No ice cream. No food that tastes yummy because it wouldn't be worth it. No salt (I can't retain water in the bikini I'd squeeze my lard ass into). No embarrassing food stuck in my teeth which means no constant mirror checks after meals, which means more time to ogle (my clean pool).
If Taylor Lautner were my pool boy, I'd write more. Well, I'd actually write less. It's kind of the same. Unless I wrote about taking a dip into his ripples when the summer heat beat down on upon us, skin glistening, hearts afire. Maybe I should turn the AC on and grab a notebook.
If Taylor Lautner were my pool boy, I'd have more money. No pointless grocery store trips for things like pull-ups and Oreos. No McDs. No...wait. It sounds like all I do is eat.
If Taylor Lautner were my pool boy, I'd invest in a treadmill. I'd...I'd...Ehh. Scratch that.
If Taylor Lautner were my pool boy...I guess...I'd have to get a pool :/
It's possible I've fried my brain. I'm still *twinkling* over Elana's news, recovering from the contestes (hehe), and dealing with a headache from my (worsening) asthma. Soooooo, hopefully tomorrow I'll be "right" again. If I was even close before.
Who'd you want cleaning your pool? (things that sound dirty but aren't)