Enough.
How have I gained weight? I have no idea. I think that week of being sick did me in. I didn't run yesterday either, which was my being hung over and lazy.
Bryan and I got drinks Fri-night before going to see American Gangster. I got WASTED. The only thing I remember about that movie is "BLUE MAGIC" and if you cut Frank's shit, you better call it somethin'else!! I laughed hysterically at that part. The rest of the time I have no idea. The hispanic girl wasn't hot. I found that disappointing. Though Frank was destroying Harlem, Queens, etc -- I liked him.
So yesterday I recovered on the couch and did absolutely fucking nothing. Maybe I should have studied. I dunno. Didn't feel like doing shit. Last night me and Megan went out dancing. I didn't get drunk because I had already the previous night and so didn't want to do myself in again. But, my shoes were screaming at me by 3 am. SCREAMING. I had to dip out and go home. I hate what's happened to the group I liked to go out with. :| It's sad. That's all I have to say about that on a public LJ.
Megan is a GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS blonde. Oh. My. God. She's sooooo beautiful and soooooooooooooo hot. And deserving of great, fabulous, wonderful people and things in her life. -g-
But, I danced and danced and danced. I hated my clothes. I hated how I looked. I thought I looked "Blah" but apparently the men didn't think so. I go so many drink offers I had to turn down. So many Escalades and BMWs and Corvettes skidding to a stop so their thugs or "gentlemen" could holla'.
And in all honesty, I'm only concerned about their fuckin' CREDIT. I don't care what the fuck you drive. If you live in a trailor and your credit is fuckin' awful, we won't have words.
None.
Not that any guy is going to get words with me anyway. hahaha. I do have a Man. Andrea's friends kept saying I was married already. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I -wish-. I could see myself married to Bryan. I get wet thinking about it. !!! Even though he makes me cry (like when he told my arm was going to fall off from gangreen because my flu shot infected it and that's why it felt so bad), we still have so much fun. My crying isn't "serious." It's an expression. Something. It's wierd. Most men find it endearing.
I find it .. Well. It comes in handy. Like when I don't want to be tickled anymore and he won't STOP, just because a I say it.
I looooooooooved seeing James last night. I would have gone to Alfreds, but my fuckin' feet hurt SOOO bad. I walked syphillis and hepatisis C Beale street barefoot from EP's to my garage. "Hey, Ma'. Need me to pick you up? Get on my back? I'll carry you to your car." THANKS BUT NO THANKS! I shouldn't have walked to my car alone. I shouldn't have. But two cops passed by and both checked up on me. It was only 2 blocks, but the dogs were out. The entire stretched was .. flattering.
I'm going to do some cleaning up today. Go for a short run at 2 with Oscar. Take a nap. Then we're going to Andrea's parents house so Oscar and Ali can play outside and go swimmin' in the pond behind the house. Then we're going to get some Korean food.
NO FOOD TODAY UNTIL DINNER. I gotta get serious about my ass. Size 2 jeans are FILLED to capacity. I suppose I'm a size 4 now. :P I need to take my nasal spray. My nose is stuffy.
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I love when people off my "gaming community" act like they don't read my journal. I know they sneak over here wondering if I'm going to say something about somebody, or out of just plain ol' obsession. -g- My little racist comments or ones directed as to how I look. Mhm. Thanks for taking the time out of your life to try to insult me via the internet. Those are seconds or even moments that you wasted on me, when you could have been doing somethiing so much better.
Think about it.
So
Bryan and I got drinks Fri-night before going to see American Gangster. I got WASTED. The only thing I remember about that movie is "BLUE MAGIC" and if you cut Frank's shit, you better call it somethin'else!! I laughed hysterically at that part. The rest of the time I have no idea. The hispanic girl wasn't hot. I found that disappointing. Though Frank was destroying Harlem, Queens, etc -- I liked him.
So yesterday I recovered on the couch and did absolutely fucking nothing. Maybe I should have studied. I dunno. Didn't feel like doing shit. Last night me and Megan went out dancing. I didn't get drunk because I had already the previous night and so didn't want to do myself in again. But, my shoes were screaming at me by 3 am. SCREAMING. I had to dip out and go home. I hate what's happened to the group I liked to go out with. :| It's sad. That's all I have to say about that on a public LJ.
Megan is a GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS blonde. Oh. My. God. She's sooooo beautiful and soooooooooooooo hot. And deserving of great, fabulous, wonderful people and things in her life. -g-
But, I danced and danced and danced. I hated my clothes. I hated how I looked. I thought I looked "Blah" but apparently the men didn't think so. I go so many drink offers I had to turn down. So many Escalades and BMWs and Corvettes skidding to a stop so their thugs or "gentlemen" could holla'.
And in all honesty, I'm only concerned about their fuckin' CREDIT. I don't care what the fuck you drive. If you live in a trailor and your credit is fuckin' awful, we won't have words.
None.
Not that any guy is going to get words with me anyway. hahaha. I do have a Man. Andrea's friends kept saying I was married already. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I -wish-. I could see myself married to Bryan. I get wet thinking about it. !!! Even though he makes me cry (like when he told my arm was going to fall off from gangreen because my flu shot infected it and that's why it felt so bad), we still have so much fun. My crying isn't "serious." It's an expression. Something. It's wierd. Most men find it endearing.
I find it .. Well. It comes in handy. Like when I don't want to be tickled anymore and he won't STOP, just because a I say it.
I looooooooooved seeing James last night. I would have gone to Alfreds, but my fuckin' feet hurt SOOO bad. I walked syphillis and hepatisis C Beale street barefoot from EP's to my garage. "Hey, Ma'. Need me to pick you up? Get on my back? I'll carry you to your car." THANKS BUT NO THANKS! I shouldn't have walked to my car alone. I shouldn't have. But two cops passed by and both checked up on me. It was only 2 blocks, but the dogs were out. The entire stretched was .. flattering.
I'm going to do some cleaning up today. Go for a short run at 2 with Oscar. Take a nap. Then we're going to Andrea's parents house so Oscar and Ali can play outside and go swimmin' in the pond behind the house. Then we're going to get some Korean food.
NO FOOD TODAY UNTIL DINNER. I gotta get serious about my ass. Size 2 jeans are FILLED to capacity. I suppose I'm a size 4 now. :P I need to take my nasal spray. My nose is stuffy.
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I love when people off my "gaming community" act like they don't read my journal. I know they sneak over here wondering if I'm going to say something about somebody, or out of just plain ol' obsession. -g- My little racist comments or ones directed as to how I look. Mhm. Thanks for taking the time out of your life to try to insult me via the internet. Those are seconds or even moments that you wasted on me, when you could have been doing somethiing so much better.
Think about it.
So