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*laughs a little* Oh just wait Jake. Hit that magic 20-something mark and you'll see just what your metabolism is made of. I'm still waiting on that one...nearly 23 and still at a strange 95 here. Only time I gained weight was due to a depression. I'm waiting for that last shoe to drop.
As for the optomism and the picky eating...I feel ya. I got some -dirty- looks at my granny's funeral. I still retain that I'm the kind of girl that can laugh at a funeral but never cry at a wedding. It's weird. I'm a pesimistic optimist. Though I still love the line "So what do you do? You laugh. You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in between I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously." I was chastized earlier today for being sad about my friend being shipped to Kosovo and smiling. Weird.
And food...I am the -worst- when it comes to meat. I cut the outsides off of everything, I don't care if it's been trimmed. Anything rubbery or overly juicy makes me gag. I can't do brats because they're...freaking gross feeling. I can't doburgers. Most the time, I refuse to eat any kind of meat at a restaurant unless I can pick it completely apart first (chicken fingers), just because I have to see and approve the meat before it's cooked to make sure it's okay.
Yeah.
Weird.
But yay!
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