I have not been calorie counting at all in the past few weeks, opting for mass amounts of chips, grease, soda and oil each day for sustenance. Went to the vagina doctor and i weighed in at a beautiful 159 lbs. That’s like 15 pounds. I feel no desire to run or exercise at all. I just sit around reblogging duets with britney spears and nigel thornberry.
Also, i got really lazy with the ocm and just started washing my face with water, so i’m getting buttloads of blackheads everywhere. I ate so much greasy stir fry tonight i feel sick and bloated. All i wanna do is suck down some icy crystal light and take a hot bath to melt my bloaty gut and elephant thighs away.
And when i get out, i want to put on a big floor length mumu to be comfortable.
Granted, for my height i am still not overweight, but i was doing so well, it’s frustrating. I’m worried i’m going to regress back to my old habits and get all fat again, and have to keep my pants unzipped with a long shirt over itt. Ugggggh those days.
Buying your ticket:
Buying the food:
Entering the cinema:
Warner Brothers logo:
Beginning to credits:
End of credits:
heeeeey camels are the only other brand i smoke so yeah, sure i’d love to
:( i guess i’ll just take my ugly tits and gtfo then.
Ain’t neva had no complaints bout deez jugs. Jiggle jiggle.
I’m sitting around at my doodoo job and web browsing on the sly. I go on facebook and i see my sister’s name pop up. We never speak. Due to disagreement regarding proper ettiquette and questionable opinions regarding a person i am very close to, i stopped talking to her a while back. She sometimes tries to initiate conversation with me, but differences of opinion generally shut down our chat time pretty quick. She is blonde and athletic and sociable and “boy crazy”. I am dyed-black, lethargic, socially awkward to painful degrees, and only love unattainable boys like Anderson Cooper, Bruce Willis, and th guy who works at Taco Bell on Beach Blvd. She engages in the act of typing words incorrectly on purpose, using excessive amounts of “<3” and “haha”. I…don’t. She loves kids and babies, and except for one time in my life i have never liked kids and never wanted any. Pretty much the only thing we have in common is blonde hair, greenish eyes and monstrous, frightening height. My sister is five years younger than me. I am 22. I used to think that when we got older, we would have more things to talk about, but in fact we have much, much less. It’s not even that we don’t speak often, it’s that our very natures are so inherently dissimilar that being close is impossible. My sister grew up with a mother who spoiled her rotten and caved to every whim and fickle want she ever had. Her mother was the sort of woman who used her child to escape loneliness. She couldn’t bear the idea that her child may not like her at times, so she chose to be my sister’s friend instead of being her mom. My father tried to counteract this mess, but because my sister was used to doing things her way all the time, she came to resent him (just as her mom resents him), and completely removed him from her life, save for his big fat child support check every month. My father loves and misses his daughter every day, but i couldn’t give a shit about the pair of those evil women any less than i do now. My sister has zero life skills, zero ambition, and absolutely zero regard for the wellbeing of other people. She was raised to believe that she is the center of the universe, and so consequently her wants and needs should come first. She shows zero appreciation for anything. And guess what? She still hates her mother, just as she hates her father. The very thing her mom was so scared was going to happen, happened. And it was all her fault. That’s some fucking Voldemort-Harry Potter Prophecy shit right there. A few weeks ago i jokingly posted a reply to her facebook status a suggestion to turn lesbian (the post in question was about how boys were so stupid). She responded by saying she would never turn lez because being gay is gross. Now, at this point she is 17 years old. She knows what she’s saying. When i confronted her about the comment she blew me off, like i was the one being irrational. It’s these fundamental differences of opinion that ensure we will never be close. That, and the fact that she doesn’t read. It blows my mind how sheltered she is, and how utterly dependent she is. It angers me to think of the relationship i could have had with my sister, had her mom not totally destroyed her. Sometimes i really mourn the loss of that sisterly bond we once had as kids. I want to be empathetic and forgiving but the anger and hate that burns in me even thinking about the situation make s that impossible for me. Also, she likes Taylor Lautner. Like what the fuck.