My Inner Thighs and the Art of War

I love my quadriceps. They are strong, tight, sexy. They’ve got their act together. My inner thighs, however, are what we call freeloaders. They don’t work, but they sure do eat of the bounty. They suck the fat from everything I eat and expend no energy to burn it off. They are greedy, lazy, and quite frankly, disruptive. So I’ve decided to wage war against … Continue reading My Inner Thighs and the Art of War

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Give Me Options or Give Me Death

Imagine this scene. You’ve had a long day. You are late to work as usual and looking to score some coffee. You’re willing to risk the walk of shame to get it. Lauryn at the front desk will give you the eye; your supervisor will glance down at her watch, sending a surefire signal that she knows; you don’t care. You had tossed and turned all night. … Continue reading Give Me Options or Give Me Death