(#1765)
Whoopsie, I had no idea it had been over a month since my last entry.
Well, I'm still alive!!
There was a few weeks when Nick and I thought we might be parents because we're IDIOTS, but we're not going to be parents any time soon. Thank EVERYTHING. Jeez.
He told me a couple weeks ago that his parents (mostly his mother) expressed interest in meeting me. Like, they're bugging him about it. And I've been bugging him about it for weeks. Except now I'm terrified, because I know he's close to his parents, and I know that as soon as they see us together, they're going to realize that we're having sex, and then they're going to HATE MEEEEEE. AAAH!
Fuck. Oh, god. I'm such a mess sometimes.
I've been sick with a cold for the last four days, but I think as long as I bother with remembering to EAT FOOD, I'll be fine. (I didn't eat most of the day yesterday, and then ended up crippled with one of the worst headaches I've ever had - partly from sinus pressure, partly because I've been overdue for a bad migrane, and partly because I DON'T EAT - so I made some really bad grilled cheese (will NOT be trying THAT again)... I think I'll make something slightly more edible today.)
Oh, did I mention I might meet them TODAY? Maybe. I'm waiting on him to call (which won't be until like, 4:00.. sooo... WAAAAITING... and if it can't happen today, it could always happen this Saturday, because neither of us is closing FOR ONCE, or maybe we'll actually go out on a DATE that involves DINNER and crap like that...)....
Wheeeeeee...
Anywho... in non-Nick news... I still suck with money. Woo. We knew that. I sucessfully drove the Celica on a street that didn't have traffic. And almost hit a mailbox. But I didn't kill the engine, I only had like one bucking bronco moment, and I DIDN'T FREAK OUT. And it was fun. I was with Sam. I'll miss him when he goes back out to sea... (I have no idea when this is and it's classified until after it's happened so if I knew, I couldn't tell you anyway..)
I don't like the new Weight Watchers commercial. The woman that supposedly feels like the fattest woman in the room probably is the fattest woman in the room, but I bet she's also the prettiest. I wish I could look that good in a dress like that, but I have bra issues... And there was a lady in a cute bathing suit and swimming cap on a floating bed dealie in a swimming pool with a happy drink, and I wish my curves could look like hers - and she wasn't particularly small. She had the kind of hips a lot of women had in the 40's..
I wanna feel sexy in my own body and not pretend that there isn't any fat there so that I can.. or pretend that my boobs know how to stand up on their own instead of sagging like dead fish...
Woo, a low self-esteem moment brought to YOU by Weight Watchers!!
I think I'd rather go to Curves. Fuck Weight Watchers. My boyfriend thinks I'm sexy, so why can't I think I'm sexy??
WHY ARE WOMEN CRAZY LIKE THAT??!!!?!? WHY CAN'T WE BE HAPPY IN OUR CURVES?! FUCKING MODELS!!!
.....
Aaaaanywhooo...
I think I shall go now, because I'm going to see if I can use some of Gen's relish and make tuna salad and I need to bring the rest of my laundry down, because I left a bunch in the car the other night when I first started being sick. (I got HIT with this cold in the middle of the day at work - just BAM and suddenly I felt like death. And I still had like five hours left of my shift when that happened... REALLY un-fun.)
Erm, bye...
Well, I'm still alive!!
There was a few weeks when Nick and I thought we might be parents because we're IDIOTS, but we're not going to be parents any time soon. Thank EVERYTHING. Jeez.
He told me a couple weeks ago that his parents (mostly his mother) expressed interest in meeting me. Like, they're bugging him about it. And I've been bugging him about it for weeks. Except now I'm terrified, because I know he's close to his parents, and I know that as soon as they see us together, they're going to realize that we're having sex, and then they're going to HATE MEEEEEE. AAAH!
Fuck. Oh, god. I'm such a mess sometimes.
I've been sick with a cold for the last four days, but I think as long as I bother with remembering to EAT FOOD, I'll be fine. (I didn't eat most of the day yesterday, and then ended up crippled with one of the worst headaches I've ever had - partly from sinus pressure, partly because I've been overdue for a bad migrane, and partly because I DON'T EAT - so I made some really bad grilled cheese (will NOT be trying THAT again)... I think I'll make something slightly more edible today.)
Oh, did I mention I might meet them TODAY? Maybe. I'm waiting on him to call (which won't be until like, 4:00.. sooo... WAAAAITING... and if it can't happen today, it could always happen this Saturday, because neither of us is closing FOR ONCE, or maybe we'll actually go out on a DATE that involves DINNER and crap like that...)....
Wheeeeeee...
Anywho... in non-Nick news... I still suck with money. Woo. We knew that. I sucessfully drove the Celica on a street that didn't have traffic. And almost hit a mailbox. But I didn't kill the engine, I only had like one bucking bronco moment, and I DIDN'T FREAK OUT. And it was fun. I was with Sam. I'll miss him when he goes back out to sea... (I have no idea when this is and it's classified until after it's happened so if I knew, I couldn't tell you anyway..)
I don't like the new Weight Watchers commercial. The woman that supposedly feels like the fattest woman in the room probably is the fattest woman in the room, but I bet she's also the prettiest. I wish I could look that good in a dress like that, but I have bra issues... And there was a lady in a cute bathing suit and swimming cap on a floating bed dealie in a swimming pool with a happy drink, and I wish my curves could look like hers - and she wasn't particularly small. She had the kind of hips a lot of women had in the 40's..
I wanna feel sexy in my own body and not pretend that there isn't any fat there so that I can.. or pretend that my boobs know how to stand up on their own instead of sagging like dead fish...
Woo, a low self-esteem moment brought to YOU by Weight Watchers!!
I think I'd rather go to Curves. Fuck Weight Watchers. My boyfriend thinks I'm sexy, so why can't I think I'm sexy??
WHY ARE WOMEN CRAZY LIKE THAT??!!!?!? WHY CAN'T WE BE HAPPY IN OUR CURVES?! FUCKING MODELS!!!
.....
Aaaaanywhooo...
I think I shall go now, because I'm going to see if I can use some of Gen's relish and make tuna salad and I need to bring the rest of my laundry down, because I left a bunch in the car the other night when I first started being sick. (I got HIT with this cold in the middle of the day at work - just BAM and suddenly I felt like death. And I still had like five hours left of my shift when that happened... REALLY un-fun.)
Erm, bye...