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The last few times I've written in here have been private and I was pretty pissed off. I'm happy to report that things are better now, in all areas but one and that one is totally outside of the realm of things I can control.
Something happened to me last night which I just can't seem to remember. I woke up this morning sore all over and my back is all bruised. It feels like someone beat the shit out of me and it wasn't in that good life affirming sexual way either because I KNOw I didn't fuck anyone last night. (yes, I know that sounds bad, and believe me I wish it were half as bad as it sounds, because really it's not). Ok. Anyway, yeah I guess I overdid it last night, so tonight I'm staying in. I'm all comfy in my not-silk-but-silky bath robe, chilling and baking cookies later. Not that I need to eat with everything I've eaten this weekend. I'm not even going to bother counting calories A because I don't think I can, and B I don't do that because it's silly and slightly depressing. And yeah, can't complain. Someone's playing marcopolo and lilia is trying to join, and that it so not a good idea right now. We're drinking Ikea juice and making cookies is looking like a really good idea right now. We're also jamming to the hit sounds of Lynda, some Latin singer that I used to jam to back in the 9th grade. Or at least I am.
Something happened to me last night which I just can't seem to remember. I woke up this morning sore all over and my back is all bruised. It feels like someone beat the shit out of me and it wasn't in that good life affirming sexual way either because I KNOw I didn't fuck anyone last night. (yes, I know that sounds bad, and believe me I wish it were half as bad as it sounds, because really it's not). Ok. Anyway, yeah I guess I overdid it last night, so tonight I'm staying in. I'm all comfy in my not-silk-but-silky bath robe, chilling and baking cookies later. Not that I need to eat with everything I've eaten this weekend. I'm not even going to bother counting calories A because I don't think I can, and B I don't do that because it's silly and slightly depressing. And yeah, can't complain. Someone's playing marcopolo and lilia is trying to join, and that it so not a good idea right now. We're drinking Ikea juice and making cookies is looking like a really good idea right now. We're also jamming to the hit sounds of Lynda, some Latin singer that I used to jam to back in the 9th grade. Or at least I am.