I'm 31, still shapley but getting much more...curvy. In fact, I'm recently packing on the pounds. I'm a chane smoker, drink 8-10 margaritas a day, and dropped out of hi school. Havin a great time. No job. My boy friend loves me and has a good paying job that supports my habits. He is OK, and I like f****** him, but defenetly don't love him. We get along good, tho. Recently he asked me to marry him and I said yes. What the h***. He supports my expensive habits and I like f****** him. How perfect. Now I won't have to try to keep my figgur. Happy fat pounds, here I come.