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I have concluded that I suk at teh cyber sex. One of the guys Ashley met online and then had sex with said he wanted to chat with me and hang out with me, but then after trying to chat with him for a few minutes, he said he didn't want to hang out and signed off. Now, I swear, I put forth my best effort to be an interesting chatter, but apparently I am not skilled in the areas he wanted me to be skilled in. I think he wanted to have sex tomorrow, too. Sigh. I am doomed to die a virgin, for I am not a sex kitten.
Alas, but I have decided to eat healthier. Yesterday I felt like a tub of lard when I tried on clothes (Cursed be that infernal process anyway...) and I decided that I'm not going to fad out or anything, but I want to eat healthier things (such as jars of pickels and jars of applesauce, which I enjoy and which are healthier than burgers and fries and onion rings). Perhaps with that and with my running (6 miles and then walking to and from Walmart to pick up my new glasses) I shall be able to fit into cuter clothes with fewer problems.
But I still won't be a sex kitten.
I have also decided to venture afar unto the land of Planned Parenthood and try to get some pills that might help me not lose gallons of blood and be keeled over in pain for two weeks out of every month. An exam is inevitable, I'm sure, since I've never had one, but I'm not looking forward to it (I'm quite proud of how I've managed to avoid this for almost 25 years).
Ava and I talked to the landlords today, they might let her keep her cat. We'll have to see. Also, we did a lot of cleaning, killed a lot of ants, and re-arranged and set some things up. We still have a ways to go, but we're on our way.
Alas, but I have decided to eat healthier. Yesterday I felt like a tub of lard when I tried on clothes (Cursed be that infernal process anyway...) and I decided that I'm not going to fad out or anything, but I want to eat healthier things (such as jars of pickels and jars of applesauce, which I enjoy and which are healthier than burgers and fries and onion rings). Perhaps with that and with my running (6 miles and then walking to and from Walmart to pick up my new glasses) I shall be able to fit into cuter clothes with fewer problems.
But I still won't be a sex kitten.
I have also decided to venture afar unto the land of Planned Parenthood and try to get some pills that might help me not lose gallons of blood and be keeled over in pain for two weeks out of every month. An exam is inevitable, I'm sure, since I've never had one, but I'm not looking forward to it (I'm quite proud of how I've managed to avoid this for almost 25 years).
Ava and I talked to the landlords today, they might let her keep her cat. We'll have to see. Also, we did a lot of cleaning, killed a lot of ants, and re-arranged and set some things up. We still have a ways to go, but we're on our way.