"[I] ain't nothing but a big ole heifa..." (Who knows where this quote is from?)
Well, I'm not really a heifer, but I'm so full right now. I walked to Subway from Page Parkes and got a sub...only a six inch...I had to fight the temptation to get the $5 foot long. I didn't eat my yogurt because this ghetto Subway didn't have any spoons. So, I decided to walk over to Eatzi's, which is this AMAZING market/deli/bakery/WONDERFUL place (It totally reminded me of Harrod's in London) and I got this Southwest Shrimp Cilantro pasta salad. It was so good. I'm sure it's terrible for me, but I figured shrimp, black beans and corn are good for me so they cancel out whatever calorie-ridden sauce is in it...right? I think so. =) I also got this Naked fruit juice that is supposed to boost my immune system.
I think I've come done with the HIV so I need to boost this immune system. I keep coughing and my throat is itchy...boo. But I'm taking my meds and drinking green tea and sucking on more cough drops than I don't know what. It's pretty awesome.
So...there really isn't much going on in my world.
I went to this party on Monday night that my friend threw. She used to work at Carino's and she and her roommate are moving out of their apartment. They had a keg, trash can punch and the strongest Jello shots in the history of the world. They were made with Everclear! They meant business. It was a pretty small party actually, so we didn't run out of anything and I had a good time, probably too good of a time, but fun nonetheless. Unfortunately, there were not any boys there worth seducing, besides The Boy, but he's a hot mess and he's not ready for this jelly. (P.S., I decided to be a supportive friend and support him in his decision to pursue the poontang. So far, I have my good days and then I have my bad days where it pisses me off at the bar and I go home) Well, I was a whore with a new boy at work, Adrian. Harmless drunk flirting is fun and it's the closest thing to action that I get so I do it when I can.
God, I feel like a beached whale. I should avoid food at all costs.
I think I am at that point where my body is like, "I'm tired of losing weight." Because I have been extra hardcore here lately and I won't get below 170. I just keep going back and forth between 170 and like 176. Maybe this is the weight I am supposed to be. I think I'd be fine with that size but I need to work out and really tone and reshape my body because that needs a lot of work. I keep saying that I need to work out and yet I never actually do it. I'm too lazy right now.
I feel like I never sleep and even when I do I still feel like I need more sleep. I went to bed at 10:30 p.m. last night. I was very proud of myself. Then I got woken up by The Boy's text at 12:30 a.m. pretty much just to chat. His new billing cycle started so now he has unlimited night and weekend minutes and was excited about it I guess. I don't know. It was a weird and random text. I was slightly mad because it woke me up but I secretly was excited that he texted me. I hate that I can't just let go.
Akon this weekend?! I'm excited. I don't even really like Anime, but it's just a fun excuse to stay up late, drink, talk to random people and feel young and actually sexy...it's not hard to be the hottest person at an Anime convention. Trust. I think Jubilee is making her third appearance.
I went to friend Erin's wedding on Saturday. It was beautiful but depressing at the same time. I feel like for all future weddings I'm going to need a steady supply of vodka and Prozac. BUT I caught the garter...actually the groom threw the garter, the sea of men parted and the garter fell the ground. They all stood there like idiots, me, drunk on Chardonnay, ran and grabbed it and screamed and yelled. The DJ, like a douche, said, "He screams like a girl."
So, I put the garter on and proceeded to leave the dance floor, but there was more. I didn't know that I had to then put the garter on the woman who caught the bouquet. It was Erin's aunt, a foxy little cougar. He started the music and I did a sexy little dance/almost lap dance up to her and then got down on my knees and put the garter halfway on her foot and then ripped it off and put half way on and ripped it off...I teased her...and then put it all the way up. I think I felt panties, but I hope not because that would be a little too too much, but it was fun and she loved it. Later her husband came up and gave me the garter back and I wore it the rest of the night!
Well, my darlings, I should actually get back to work. I am here to work after all.
--Michael--
I think I've come done with the HIV so I need to boost this immune system. I keep coughing and my throat is itchy...boo. But I'm taking my meds and drinking green tea and sucking on more cough drops than I don't know what. It's pretty awesome.
So...there really isn't much going on in my world.
I went to this party on Monday night that my friend threw. She used to work at Carino's and she and her roommate are moving out of their apartment. They had a keg, trash can punch and the strongest Jello shots in the history of the world. They were made with Everclear! They meant business. It was a pretty small party actually, so we didn't run out of anything and I had a good time, probably too good of a time, but fun nonetheless. Unfortunately, there were not any boys there worth seducing, besides The Boy, but he's a hot mess and he's not ready for this jelly. (P.S., I decided to be a supportive friend and support him in his decision to pursue the poontang. So far, I have my good days and then I have my bad days where it pisses me off at the bar and I go home) Well, I was a whore with a new boy at work, Adrian. Harmless drunk flirting is fun and it's the closest thing to action that I get so I do it when I can.
God, I feel like a beached whale. I should avoid food at all costs.
I think I am at that point where my body is like, "I'm tired of losing weight." Because I have been extra hardcore here lately and I won't get below 170. I just keep going back and forth between 170 and like 176. Maybe this is the weight I am supposed to be. I think I'd be fine with that size but I need to work out and really tone and reshape my body because that needs a lot of work. I keep saying that I need to work out and yet I never actually do it. I'm too lazy right now.
I feel like I never sleep and even when I do I still feel like I need more sleep. I went to bed at 10:30 p.m. last night. I was very proud of myself. Then I got woken up by The Boy's text at 12:30 a.m. pretty much just to chat. His new billing cycle started so now he has unlimited night and weekend minutes and was excited about it I guess. I don't know. It was a weird and random text. I was slightly mad because it woke me up but I secretly was excited that he texted me. I hate that I can't just let go.
Akon this weekend?! I'm excited. I don't even really like Anime, but it's just a fun excuse to stay up late, drink, talk to random people and feel young and actually sexy...it's not hard to be the hottest person at an Anime convention. Trust. I think Jubilee is making her third appearance.
I went to friend Erin's wedding on Saturday. It was beautiful but depressing at the same time. I feel like for all future weddings I'm going to need a steady supply of vodka and Prozac. BUT I caught the garter...actually the groom threw the garter, the sea of men parted and the garter fell the ground. They all stood there like idiots, me, drunk on Chardonnay, ran and grabbed it and screamed and yelled. The DJ, like a douche, said, "He screams like a girl."
So, I put the garter on and proceeded to leave the dance floor, but there was more. I didn't know that I had to then put the garter on the woman who caught the bouquet. It was Erin's aunt, a foxy little cougar. He started the music and I did a sexy little dance/almost lap dance up to her and then got down on my knees and put the garter halfway on her foot and then ripped it off and put half way on and ripped it off...I teased her...and then put it all the way up. I think I felt panties, but I hope not because that would be a little too too much, but it was fun and she loved it. Later her husband came up and gave me the garter back and I wore it the rest of the night!
Well, my darlings, I should actually get back to work. I am here to work after all.
--Michael--