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I may have had a crappy day and my evil grandma may have called mom to tell her that since I don’t weigh 90 pounds anymore like I did in high school (hello, that was 8 years ago!!) that I’m so fat I’m going to have a heart attack soon among other nasty comments…*sigh* she loves to call me fat every time I see her and I know I’m curvier than I was but fucking I weigh around 170 oh well I think I’m still pretty even if I should lose some weight…*deep breaths* and my doctor has yet to voice concerns over my weight…despite that and my work place being an insane asylum…I’M WEARING A POLKA DOTTED SHIRT AND POLKA DOTTED UNDERPANTS *grins victoriously* and I wrote chocolate cupcake smut this evening!!!! I WIN AT LIFE (lol for tonight at least)!
(For reference to anyone who’s read it, this is the evil relative I mentioned in halo who’s very wealthy and has a mansion and when I was in my brace and mom had lost her job and dad was getting more toes amputated (her son) and we thought we’d be homeless…yeah she told us we could sleep in her garage… Fuck her)
170lbs is an ideal weight for a girl if you ask me (unless you’re the height of a hobbit 3-4 foot tall). Women are supposed to have curves.
The recommended weight for people’s height is always so damn low. I mean my brothers being over six feet tall they’re supposed to weigh only 180. WHAT?! that’s anorexic! For my height I’m supposed to be 140lb. What is that? The weight of my skin, half of my organs without food or blood and my bones. That is not healthy. That is someone that’s being embalmed.
And fuck that bitch!
(at least she did offer her garage, my mother has rich brothers and her mother is well to do and they fucking let my family go completely homeless several times. Fucking rich people.)
Bofur probably doesn’t work in or around a forge but man do I have a mighty need for that
until the end.