The Fish Has Been Foiled Again

This blog is off to a rocky start, which is something that simultaneously frustrates and dismays me. Before I actually just installed it to get it out there (because, remember, this is my “Just Do It” year), I had lots of entries rolling around in my head. There was so much to say and comment on, and so much of it was so witty (she said, about her own thoughts that live in her head). But now that I’ve finally got a forum, an open letter to the world, what do I have?

Nothing. I’ve got nothing.

Even the experiments are falling through. As a fat woman who struggles to dress fashionably in a world that would prefer I don’t exist, I do love fatshion blogs that give tips on where to buy good stuff at decent prices. I was going to do a piece on a customized bra I recently bought, but it’s so disappointing that I can’t bring myself to do it.

I guess blogging on crappy days is something I should avoid in the future. On days like today, I truly feel like the universe’s privy pail.

Here’s a picture of Jason Momoa as Ronon Dex because, frankly, I need cheering up.