i still love scotch anyway
quitting nicotine is hard, people. DON'T EVER START SMOKING. i caved on thursday night and smoked several. so what. fuck you. i get a bad feeling i will be craving nicotine for a very long time. i don't mind the cravings, but the eating has gotten completely out of control. i read that the average weight gain for people who quit smoking is twenty fucking pounds. woohoo. clean lungs and a fat ass are in my future.
i've gained seven so far. if i was about five inches taller, i wouldn't care. too bad my body thinks all weight gain must first go directly to my stomach, with a little spillover into my hips. it's so ugly! why can't they go to my boobs first. WHY! FUCK! the stupid thing is i just can't seem to get my soon-to-be-very-large-ass to the gym. i don't know why i'm being so lazy about it. but you know what's rich? every day, i silently freak out about not fitting into my bridesmaid dress for my sister's wedding and actually weighing 140 pounds again while eating enough to feed a small family. so fucking retarded!!! GAH! so today, i am going to go home, pack my gym bag and force myself to go to the gym after work.
if i have ever have children and catch one of those little fuckers smoking, i am going to buy a carton and make him smoke until he gets sick.
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wicked by essie, my favorite nail color. it's the perfect dark red! make sure you keep your nails very short for this color or you'll end up looking like a vampire.
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a long time ago, one of my exes took me to chinatown (philly) for banh mi. the meat in the sandwich looked like chicken, but there were small dime-sized dots all over it. i threw up outside the store and swore to never eat one again.
i keep hearing how good banh mis are and i want to try one again. preferably one without the funky dots.
i can't believe i just wrote about eating when i was just bitching about my weight. what the fuck.
i've gained seven so far. if i was about five inches taller, i wouldn't care. too bad my body thinks all weight gain must first go directly to my stomach, with a little spillover into my hips. it's so ugly! why can't they go to my boobs first. WHY! FUCK! the stupid thing is i just can't seem to get my soon-to-be-very-large-ass to the gym. i don't know why i'm being so lazy about it. but you know what's rich? every day, i silently freak out about not fitting into my bridesmaid dress for my sister's wedding and actually weighing 140 pounds again while eating enough to feed a small family. so fucking retarded!!! GAH! so today, i am going to go home, pack my gym bag and force myself to go to the gym after work.
if i have ever have children and catch one of those little fuckers smoking, i am going to buy a carton and make him smoke until he gets sick.
**
wicked by essie, my favorite nail color. it's the perfect dark red! make sure you keep your nails very short for this color or you'll end up looking like a vampire.
**
a long time ago, one of my exes took me to chinatown (philly) for banh mi. the meat in the sandwich looked like chicken, but there were small dime-sized dots all over it. i threw up outside the store and swore to never eat one again.
i keep hearing how good banh mis are and i want to try one again. preferably one without the funky dots.
i can't believe i just wrote about eating when i was just bitching about my weight. what the fuck.