8 days in. Started at 174. Down to 169.4 ( Read more... )

Ok, so I've been trying to lose weight for a while now, but to no avail. So I gave up and decided to go back to the weight watchers plan. I'm not going to meetings or any bullshit like that, but I'm just following the plan.  According to the most recent guidelines I could find, I'm allowed between 23-29 points a day. If I do nothing, I get 23. If I ( Read more... )

I could be wrong, but doesn't emotional abuse require some kind of negative action? You know, like calling someone names, trying to make them feel worthless/useless? As far as I know, trying to help someone, asking them for advice, and being there when they need a second opinion doesn't quite qualify. On the other hand, casting someone off when ( Read more... )

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even ( Read more... )

Andrea was one of my very best friends from the day we met in elementary school until about the middle of our junior year of high school. We shared absolutely everything from lunches, to crash diet attempts (they were all short lived and utter failures), to major crushes. ( The backstory... )

So there's only one more death to go before the Celebrity Trifecta of Death for 2009 is complete and Hollywood explodes. Predictions, anyone ( Read more... )

1:30am: Throat scratchy. Take tylenol, sleep.
10:00am: OW! Tonsil the size of small cake, swallowing hurts almost as much as tattoo did.
12:30pm: Doc's test results are in - strep.

FML.

Ok, so this weekend was "Attics and Sellers Days" in Fredonia. Basically, it's an excuse for the whole town to have a giant garage sale. I spent 11$ on a desk, a chair, and a night stand yesterday. Then today, Ducky and I had our own garage sale. I made $5.50. Yaaaay.    We sat outside for 4.5 hours and tried to sell our shit.  I was hiding from ( Read more... )

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Ok, so, thanks to departmental strike, I had to sock over my tattoo. Fuckers. So now there is peeling and nast going on. Thanks.
The tattoo itself doesn't appear damaged. I get the feeling this would have happened eventually, but this sock thing just sped it up. Great.