Maybe it's because I'm fat and I feel some fucked-up comfort talking about someone bigger than me.
Maybe he's not bigger than me at all, I'm just deluded into thinking he is.
Maybe I'm just trying to fit in with the crowd, and not the nice bits of them either.
Or maybe I'm just mean. Why am I so mean? Especially to someone who's been so lovely to me ....
From now on, I'll concentrate on his good features. Like his cute face, and his cool dress sense, and his mullet.
But even with those, it's hard to miss the fat .... maybe he can be "flabulous". :P
- b.k. x