Oh joyous day, I feel tired and dizzy and have barfed up everything I have eaten in the last 3 days. Including water. Other than that, I feel fine. I don't get it. I dont feel sick. If this persists maybe I will have hipbones and I'll get to buy a new belt.
In spite of all the barfing I feel fat. I think it's because I am about to ride the cotton pony, which would also explain why I teared up at a dog food commercial yesterday.
I still have not studied today. I just don't want to. Ugh, but I have to today, there is no if, and's, or buts about it.
What I have accomplished today was nothing more than spending money on myself to make me feel better and then using those products in an extremely time consuming manner so that I *whoops* don't have time to study. Items bought include Pina Colada Bubble Bath, Coconut Lotion, and Lip Fusion which has actually made my lips straight up DSLs. I mean I feel like Angelina Jolie up in this bitch. I guess for the amount I spent on it it better make me look like I fell face first into a beehive. Also, my sister that goes to Paul Mitchell gave me some sculpting foam so I am experimenting with my hair.
Oh and I got some massage oil to give my dude a backrub tonight or tomorrow, and some fake eyelashes. Don't ask me why, they just looked cool. I just totally pictured myself all Tammy Faye with bigass hair, beestung lips, and huge fake eyelashes. My god. If I put this whole disaster together I will be sure to take pictures so everyone can laugh at me.
Anyway, now I don't have time to study before my appointment at 2 because I must leave, so hooray for me, mission accomplished. Until I come home. Then I am out of excuses, unless someone would like to give me one to get out of it again.
Fleece
P.S. @ 8:51 p.m.:
I think my camera, my awesome Minolta 5.0 digital camera that I got for graduation last year, has been stolen. This makes me a sad fucking panda. And this also turns into another random fact about me: I have now had 2 digital cameras stolen from me, one today, and one on my birthday in '03 when I was robbed in fucking Florida. GOD DOES NOT WANT ME TO TAKE PICTURES PEOPLE.
Alright, fleece forreal. And someone send me some damn fleece while you're at it, it's cold up in this bitch. I'm out.
In spite of all the barfing I feel fat. I think it's because I am about to ride the cotton pony, which would also explain why I teared up at a dog food commercial yesterday.
I still have not studied today. I just don't want to. Ugh, but I have to today, there is no if, and's, or buts about it.
What I have accomplished today was nothing more than spending money on myself to make me feel better and then using those products in an extremely time consuming manner so that I *whoops* don't have time to study. Items bought include Pina Colada Bubble Bath, Coconut Lotion, and Lip Fusion which has actually made my lips straight up DSLs. I mean I feel like Angelina Jolie up in this bitch. I guess for the amount I spent on it it better make me look like I fell face first into a beehive. Also, my sister that goes to Paul Mitchell gave me some sculpting foam so I am experimenting with my hair.
Oh and I got some massage oil to give my dude a backrub tonight or tomorrow, and some fake eyelashes. Don't ask me why, they just looked cool. I just totally pictured myself all Tammy Faye with bigass hair, beestung lips, and huge fake eyelashes. My god. If I put this whole disaster together I will be sure to take pictures so everyone can laugh at me.
Anyway, now I don't have time to study before my appointment at 2 because I must leave, so hooray for me, mission accomplished. Until I come home. Then I am out of excuses, unless someone would like to give me one to get out of it again.
Fleece
P.S. @ 8:51 p.m.:
I think my camera, my awesome Minolta 5.0 digital camera that I got for graduation last year, has been stolen. This makes me a sad fucking panda. And this also turns into another random fact about me: I have now had 2 digital cameras stolen from me, one today, and one on my birthday in '03 when I was robbed in fucking Florida. GOD DOES NOT WANT ME TO TAKE PICTURES PEOPLE.
Alright, fleece forreal. And someone send me some damn fleece while you're at it, it's cold up in this bitch. I'm out.
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That seriously made my day.
Sucks ballsacks that your camera got stoldified. I'd give you mine, but my roommate stole it.
and yes... take pictures of you as Tammy Faye, and then make your boi dress up as that creepy over-tanned sidekick
who always wears pure white suits... that'd be awesome.