Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Saturday, August 19, 2006

This post has been brought to you by the letter G.

Moreover, this is not a permanent post, it's just going to stay up for a couple of days or so. G stands for Guess, as in, who wants to guess why I haven't been around so much the past couple of weeks?

Unless you already know - and I know exactly those of you that do! - the winner of the G for Guess question gets a prize, and that is, you get one burning blog question answered. On anything!

14 comments:

With Love, Fat Girl said...: No and no! Any other takers?; 6:04 PM
The Tormented Girl said...: Something good that you've been waiting for has finally come to fruition?; 9:38 PM
Lance Morrison said...: I KNOW! I KNOW!

Oh shit. I guess I'm out of the running, aren't I?; 10:38 PM
With Love, Fat Girl said...: Nope, Marco's not in town, yes something good has happened (but not something I was expecting or waiting for), and YES Lance you are out of the running!

(Did I even tell you about this, or was it my sister again?!); 8:02 AM
Wild Butterfly said...: You won the lottery and have been traveling to exotic places???; 6:15 PM
Wild Butterfly said...: Please don't tell us you have moved in with the driving instructor!!! :); 6:17 PM
With Love, Fat Girl said...: Nope, nope and nope.

Anyone ready for a hint yet?; 12:07 AM
g string addict said...: i reckon you have got a new job :); 1:55 AM
Lixi said...: I suspect that you were walking down the street in your brand new pair of sexy high heels with gui dancing around your heels, smiling as you moved to the beat of the city around you when you accidently bumped into an adorable fella who has whisked you away to lavish attention upon attention on you and treat you like the beautiful princess and sweetheart you are. It turns out that he's got contacts in the writing industry which comes from him being a cover-boy-boy-toy type of cheesey-romance novel covers with a Doctorate in Busines that allows for him to run his multi-million dollar shoe and purse design house.

On top of that, he's a fantastic cook who likes to clean houses, who wishes he could be the father of your children because he wants little girls with your eyes and smile to be bouncing around the house, like their mom...

Okay, okay.

You're going on a trip?; 7:58 AM
With Love, Fat Girl said...: We sort of have a winner!

ai, take the first sentence (minus the heels), and combine with "he's a fantastic cook" (still don't know about the cleans houses part, although it seemed spotless when I was there)

Besides that it's great news, would anyone now care to venture a guess as to who it could be?; 8:25 AM
Lixi said...: It's that fella who smiled at you on the subway and said 'wow'? That would be so romantic :: sigh ::; 9:48 AM
With Love, Fat Girl said...: We have a winner! Common girl, which question would you like answered? :); 10:09 AM
With Love, Fat Girl said...: Take your time :) My e-mail for this blog is originalformulary@yahoo.com, just e-mail me whatever you like and I shall tell - in strictest confidence, no less!; 10:16 AM
The Tormented Girl said...: speak of the devil... that's so spooky. Dammit isn't that a postable offence? Surely you need to express yourself in posting the full details... surely! [for all us who live vicariously... surely!!] *sigh*; 2:33 AM