I don't know why he's doing this. This past week (if not a bit longer) I've been getting home from work to find Tucker has eaten something else of mine ( Read more... )

So Kelly and I have talked.
Regardless of my own mistakes (not trusting the relationship/understanding that Kelly and I have developed enough to tell her about things) I am still left feeling exceedingly betrayed.

It turns out that one of you, the 24 people on my friends list, took it upon themselves to email Kelly some screenshots of my recent ( ( Read more... )

For reasons that I'm not in the mood to share, I'm closing up shop. I am shutting down my Livejournal and MySpace page (basically my online existence). My life will once again be mine. Only mine. Privacy ( Read more... )

I had the worst dream last night.

I've had an unspoken (until now) need to fly lately. I'm feeling restless. Work is good. Work is fine. But I can't sit still at home. I feel neurotic. I want to move the furniture. I want to pack up all of my belongings and live among the boxes. I want to go somewhere and not come back. Not to run away. No. I'm beyond that now. But I ( Read more... )

rhymeswithbelly made a comment the other day that all of my recent posts have been about my weight. She's right. I'm obsessed. BUT. She's SO right that I'm no longer going to make posts about my progression. Instead. I'm going to write about things like dead squirrels ( Read more... )

The fact that I haven't lost a single pound in days was frustrating me. So last night I went running. I love the fact that I can run a few miles... come home and by morning, I've sweat out 3lbs of water weight. 237lbs hah! I will of course be back to 240 by tonight but I can pretend otherwise.

I went to sleep last night with a coldpack from the freezer, wrapped in a t-shirt. I hugged it as fell asleep. Hours of sweaty, uncomfortable sleep with this coldpack to keep me cool. I love you coldpack. I love you. *BOOP ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure that I sleep too much. Ultimately, I'm not really sure WHY I sleep as much as I do but it's the sad truth. 9-12hrs depending on what time I work sounds about right. I wake up groggy and unmotivated ( Read more... )

Nothing of much excitement over the last few days. Bought some new books against my better judgement (as they get harder to afford) but I can't help it. I'm in love with reading. Augusten Burroughs and Chuck Palahniuk (sp?) here I come. Maybe one of these days I'll stop reading fiction but I highly doubt it. There are still so many authors out ( Read more... )