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Hi. My name is Kristin, I'm 24 years old and I'm fat. It's kind of hard to say that. The word fat. It's just so... vulgar. It's kind of like being called an alcoholic. It's harsh and offensive, Especially if you are, in fact, an alcoholic I guess. I've always been this way I guess, but sometimes I catch myself in this blazing haze where I'm either ( Read more... )

today is my pre-op and I also have my anesthesia evalutation today too.  Next moday is my surgery. I am SO excited. I'm so ready for this. More later

two weeks! HOLY SHIT

You know what I hate? When you're "talking" to a guy, thinking everything is going swell, (you dig him/ he digs you etc etc etc) then it just stops. No more hanging out, no more calls, no more IMS... NOTHING. Why can't they just tell you "I don't like you anymore... not like I thought I did" Or something....!! Just something. This whole "nothing!" ( Read more... )

Daunting mouths ( Read more... )

July 17th I get my surgery. Note it bitches.

I drive my roomate crazy. I piss her off. I love  it.

I got the cutest little tote for Lola. And a harness and leash!  I got her a little doggie dish and some training treats too. Now she needs piddle pads, dog food and a bed! She is going to be sooooo spoiled!

I think Holly and I are going to get the house. I don't know for sure yet!

ciao loves!

The last minutes of the streams of consciousness are filled with bewilderment.

I can no longer foresee the destiny that is to become of me.

I used to think that, perhapse, fate was something more or less along the lines of being tailored by humanity, when lo and lo it is not so. Tottally not so.

We often think that we have control when in brutal ( Read more... )