Me Update: I feel okay, I s'pose. I need to get rich. And I need to lose some weight. I am not happy like this. We're approaching 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape' territory here. But since I hate women who go on and about their size, time to shutty le me.
Food Update: I made wicked cheddar and green onion scones. Kick ASS. Taking some to work tomorrow a) to be nice; and b) so I don't glomph them all back myself.
Music Update. I FUCKING LOVE THE DWARVES. I've been listening to "There Better Be Women" and dancing like a woman possessed. By a clumsy, white, female, non-wife-beating James Brown.
Feets, don't fail me now. HEY!
Food Update: I made wicked cheddar and green onion scones. Kick ASS. Taking some to work tomorrow a) to be nice; and b) so I don't glomph them all back myself.
Music Update. I FUCKING LOVE THE DWARVES. I've been listening to "There Better Be Women" and dancing like a woman possessed. By a clumsy, white, female, non-wife-beating James Brown.
Feets, don't fail me now. HEY!
And for the record, that is one of the only nice photos the dude took of me. The rest are pics of my arse looking huge and closeups of cellulite and pimples. Sexy.