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Moment when you know you need to lose weight: when your mother suggests you take back all of your clothing Christmas gifts and get them two sizes larger. Thanks, Mom. No really, I didn't have enough confidence issues already. They're fine the size that they are, I swear. Just because you didn't see me try them on doesn't mean that my enormous stomach and hips are falling out of all the shirts and that I have to lie down and hold my breath to fit into the pants. Jesus. I know she meant well, because a lot of the shirts I currently have don't actually fit me properly, so maybe she thought my sense of what "fitting" means is skewed or something, but I wear them because I don't have the money to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe.
Aaaanyway end of rant, I guess. Seattle is eating all of our souls. And by Seattle I mean my grandmother. I think bitchy passive-agressiveness has been diluted over generations of Dixon women. You guys can all thank your lucky stars that it has been, otherwise I would be unbearable. And I thought my Jewish grandmother was bad. She is a mere jaunt through sunny tulip-covered fields compared to my mother's mother.
Less than a week to go! Then back to New York and time for INSANITY! No really, I have so much crap to do when I get back. And they call this a "break".
I had a weird dream last night that I was in a sort of guerrilla army, but more futuristic, and the battle field looked more like a paintball field. And this kid from my school who is a total tool and the leader of the paint ball club was there for about .05 seconds. And this girl I knew in elementary school named Jillian Facko. There was more, but I don't think I can describe everything.
Aaaanyway end of rant, I guess. Seattle is eating all of our souls. And by Seattle I mean my grandmother. I think bitchy passive-agressiveness has been diluted over generations of Dixon women. You guys can all thank your lucky stars that it has been, otherwise I would be unbearable. And I thought my Jewish grandmother was bad. She is a mere jaunt through sunny tulip-covered fields compared to my mother's mother.
Less than a week to go! Then back to New York and time for INSANITY! No really, I have so much crap to do when I get back. And they call this a "break".
I had a weird dream last night that I was in a sort of guerrilla army, but more futuristic, and the battle field looked more like a paintball field. And this kid from my school who is a total tool and the leader of the paint ball club was there for about .05 seconds. And this girl I knew in elementary school named Jillian Facko. There was more, but I don't think I can describe everything.