i dont know how to get anything else cheaper than the wearing the pink and black crescent moon outfit.. for the rave scene.. half crescents.

things they dont let you know about pants when you start working out the upper leg muscles..

1. Your “normal” size stops meaning anything

Your waist might stay the same, but your thighs won’t. You can be a size X in the waist and suddenly need pants designed for people with tree-trunk legs. Regular cuts start feeling like compression leggings.

2. Jeans become the enemy

Denim has zero sympathy for lifters.
You’ll experience:

• thigh suffocation,
• restricted movement,
• sudden ripping fear when you squat or sit.

3. Tailors become your new best friend

You may need:

• to size up for thigh room,
• then take the waist back in so the pants stop sliding off.

The “quad-butt taper” is a custom art form.

4. Sitting becomes diagnostic

You can tell within 5 seconds if a pair of pants is going to survive:

• Sit → feel the tension → know instantly whether you bought clothes or restraints.

5. Dress pants are secretly worse than jeans

Fabric doesn’t stretch, so you’ll feel every fiber protesting whenever you take a step larger than half a stride.

6. Your pockets start to flare

Thick thighs push pockets outward like wings. You’ll look like your pants are trying to escape your body.

7. Joggers become your personality

At some point you give in and wear:

• joggers
• stretchy chinos
• “athletic fit” everything
• or straight-up gym shorts everywhere.

8. You start judging pants like fitness equipment

“How deep can I squat in these?” becomes a real question.

9. You’ll learn fabric science against your will

You suddenly care about:

• spandex percentage
• gusseted crotches
• stretch weaves
• blend durability

You become a low-key textile expert.

10. Your pants wear out in strange places

Not the knees or cuffs—oh no.
Always the inner thighs because they’re constantly rubbing like two tectonic plates.

i feel like getting married and having like 10 kids in the span of 9 years lol…

i dont know why no body else seems to feel like that.

Thats how i feel though…

guess we wicked..

paycheck..

and bereaved..

bald and superhero’d out.

and now, funerals, we will go too.

and it naw, your life aint no damn food.

atleast i got to have my grandpa inside a few a times.

lol..

I was born Carmen Renee Johnson, it wasnt until i was 5 years old, that I had my last name changed to my current from father.. i spent many years going back in time, to a time i went to best child care, because i was a johnson.. because that burden aint easy .. last name.. but always was a history many want to feel proud of.. special, moments..

i got my cteezy hoodie today..

ya know, i was upset.. that it took so long for that piece of mail to be delivered…

so high.. they jus kept having them wack cars with CT in the plates.. that made me mad that it took so long to get delievered.

Everyso often.. Cruises, become a desire of mine to go on..

i wanna go a cruise to somewhere hot , have a balcony room too.. probably do a 4-5 nighter

somebody asked what i thought was cool.. one of those people with the large family… like they got 10 kids, and each kid got an interesting personality..

How about a daily, dialing for an hour, then a nice business meeting or two for dinner.. they took my work-out feed and turned it letter palm-tree feed.

I contemplate taking a year and exploring the country in a camper often.. Like take a sit and once the air doesnt feel peaceful, on to the next air…

if its insurance… they should give yal qualified leads.. and thats my mail that took forever.

wait til you post everyday and they think its apart of how everybody operates, how you post and everyone in life get your ideas..

no worries, where im at… they jus consume ideas like food..

Tulsa, Ok, i finally got my mail from there, conversation was from sept 12…

survival for a long time, be more than anyone looking to make someone about products for consumption purpose..