Update on my resolution, plus my gay-dar goes off!
This morning I weighed 215.5 pounds, meaning in September I lost 3.5 pounds. Not bad, but still not as good as it could be. At least I'm losing again, unlike in June and July. My net loss for the year is 18.5 pounds. My goal of reaching 200 before the end of the year might be difficult, but it's still somewhat in reach. If I can't get there, I definitely want to get below 210. So there you have it.
Last night Krys was watching What Not To Wear. I don't like the show, but that's neither here nor there. I also don't particularly care if Clinton is gay or not, but something he said made me think he is. He called one of the made-over people's clothes "fabulous." My question: has a straight guy ever called anything "fabulous"? It seems like a dead giveaway. Come out of the closet, Clinton! We'll still love you!¹
¹ He might be out of the closet, for all I know. The way he swings doesn't really matter in the context of the show. I just like outing people. It's the way I am. Like this guy. Shouldn't he just end the suspense? Come on, it's so obvious!
Last night Krys was watching What Not To Wear. I don't like the show, but that's neither here nor there. I also don't particularly care if Clinton is gay or not, but something he said made me think he is. He called one of the made-over people's clothes "fabulous." My question: has a straight guy ever called anything "fabulous"? It seems like a dead giveaway. Come out of the closet, Clinton! We'll still love you!¹
¹ He might be out of the closet, for all I know. The way he swings doesn't really matter in the context of the show. I just like outing people. It's the way I am. Like this guy. Shouldn't he just end the suspense? Come on, it's so obvious!
posted by Greg | 9:14 AM
2 Comments:
Did I ever tell you that I think your blog is FABulous, just FABulous, dahlink.
Aw, I don't know. "Fabulous" has maybe become such a laughable stereotype indicator that maybe, maybe, even a poonhound could use it with straightfaced aplomb. Ergo, the Clint.
This is all without seeing the show of course, and if immediately after being "fab" he shook his hands in front his face, shrieked and screamed "Oh my God, Glamour!", then I might be wrong.
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