Seven more minutes ... and the scale is up three pounds post-weekend! I'm thinking (/hoping) it's water weight from the Chinese takeout Saturday night ... and Sunday morning. Too much salt = bloated Sarah. blah.

Brett called today. He wanted to know my plans for the Fourth. I smiled sweetly (like he could see that over the phone, lol) and told him that I had plans to go down and see my family, but we'd get together soon. I don't need to deal with his shit today. I don't care how bad I want to see him ( Read more... )

Some days I am too tired to breathe ... and all I can think of is Ms. Know-It-All, my friendly counselor. How she'd nod knowingly and pretend to sympathize. Like she really knows what this is like.

I'm going back to bed.

Wednesday is ladies' night at Jennifer's favorite club. I have a hangover and don't remember what time I came home. But I do remember giving my number to the hottest guy in all of Atlanta.

Enough said.

I should probably introduce myself here ... my name is Sarah and I'm 23. I live in Atlanta, Georgia in an apartment near Georgia State University. I just graduated with my bachelor's in English and I'll start my graduate program this fall. In the mean time I'm working as a research assistant for Dr. Roberts and just trying to survive ( Read more... )