ha! i changed it back! i think this is my favorite picture of myself (at least, that i own). my black-n-red hair brought me the happiest and most exciting 6 months of my life. i wonder if it would be acceptable at my current job? and i'm wearing my comfort sweater and patchy pants, and i'm in my freezing-cold dining room bedroom...ah! memories.
i really, really didn't want to live in the dining room, but it's probably the best thing that ever happened to me. moving out of an uncomfortable apartment and relationship into a house with 5 vibrant lady-friends. yes, i didn't have a door, and the floor was slanted (if i lifted my feet, my chair would roll all the way to the other side of the room), and sometimes i would wake up unable to feel my feet, but ii had more friends and silly-fun than i knew what to do with. right now, i think it's ridiculous that i sometimes got sick of the silliness.
I told myself to start capitalizing; it's a hard habit to break.
I've been losing weight like a motherfucker. 10 pounds since September or so. I thought I was holding steady, but 5 lbs. seem to have disappeared in the past 2 weeks. I blame the thyroid. At least, I hope that's what it is. I haven't been eating any less, and I certainly haven't been exercising. The weight loss is starting to become unwelcome. All my pants are too big. Soon, I'll have to start eating sticks of margarine, washing them down with olive oil. I'll find out the truth when I go to the thyroid doctor, which will be...NEVER. I've had to reschedule my appointment 3 times because the insurance company is a bunch of effin bastards. Whatever they say, I'm keeping my current appointment, even if it costs twenty-hundred dollars. Why can't my job have benefits?
Thank you for your time; you've been so much more than kind. I'm listening to Jim Croce's "Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)" over and over again. I should go to bed.
Tom, send me toast. Extra "buttery." *squish*
Originally, this journal entry was just going to be "Is it alright to use a sock as a coaster?" Well, is it?
Remind me to answer my emails ansch ('and such;" very old inside joke).
If you're reading this and I know you, I love you. If I don't know you, try harder
oh!! and hello, "Shotgun." That was ages ago.
i really, really didn't want to live in the dining room, but it's probably the best thing that ever happened to me. moving out of an uncomfortable apartment and relationship into a house with 5 vibrant lady-friends. yes, i didn't have a door, and the floor was slanted (if i lifted my feet, my chair would roll all the way to the other side of the room), and sometimes i would wake up unable to feel my feet, but ii had more friends and silly-fun than i knew what to do with. right now, i think it's ridiculous that i sometimes got sick of the silliness.
I told myself to start capitalizing; it's a hard habit to break.
I've been losing weight like a motherfucker. 10 pounds since September or so. I thought I was holding steady, but 5 lbs. seem to have disappeared in the past 2 weeks. I blame the thyroid. At least, I hope that's what it is. I haven't been eating any less, and I certainly haven't been exercising. The weight loss is starting to become unwelcome. All my pants are too big. Soon, I'll have to start eating sticks of margarine, washing them down with olive oil. I'll find out the truth when I go to the thyroid doctor, which will be...NEVER. I've had to reschedule my appointment 3 times because the insurance company is a bunch of effin bastards. Whatever they say, I'm keeping my current appointment, even if it costs twenty-hundred dollars. Why can't my job have benefits?
Thank you for your time; you've been so much more than kind. I'm listening to Jim Croce's "Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)" over and over again. I should go to bed.
Tom, send me toast. Extra "buttery." *squish*
Originally, this journal entry was just going to be "Is it alright to use a sock as a coaster?" Well, is it?
Remind me to answer my emails ansch ('and such;" very old inside joke).
If you're reading this and I know you, I love you. If I don't know you, try harder
oh!! and hello, "Shotgun." That was ages ago.