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WednesdayFebruary
19, 2003
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I feel like shit.
I could not fall asleep until 6am last night. I've been concentrating
so hard on my transition to my new life, well, the life inbetween
the even more dramatic change to my life, and I just wish I
had more financial capabilities. I mean, who doesn't, but that
doesn't change the fact that I need to bitch about it.
First off, I don't know what it is about this time of the month
(me and a few girls at work were talking about this the other
day), but I am a bottomless pit. I cannot get enough food, but
it's not just any food. Whereas as I have finally begun to crave
healthy food in my life like vegetables, fish, and chicken -
right now, I can't seem to get enough soda, enough chocolate,
enough dessert in general. I usually hate desert. I just had
a dream about having an apple turnover - that's serious craving.
I need sugar. I usually need salt, but I cannot get enough sweets.
I hate sweets.
Bachelorette. I haven't been watching this show at all, but
of course I'm watching this last episode. So, what the hell
is the deal with her contant baby talk? "Scootch"
(I don't even know how to spell this), and "peek-a-boo"
when she opens the damn door. What the hell is wrong with her?
She's annoying. AAHHH...she's baby-talking right now. I can't
handle it.
Ugh...I don't feel like talking. I'm in one of those moods where
I don't feel like staying home and I don't feel like going out.
I feel gross, but I won't work out. I'm thirsty, I'm lazy, and
I don't know how to stop complaining. I should stop talking
right now.
Maybe I'll write more later.
Puck's cribs episode is on tonight. Maybe I should just go buy
some ice cream. Yeah, that's what I'll do. |
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