In Bullets.
-- cadesolitude, TJ and I got drunk last night while we watched The Hangover. And hangovers we had, except for TJ. I woke up at 10, drank 5 glasses of water, woke up at 2:30, was still drunk, drank a glass of water, a glass of Coke Zero, ate two eggs and two pieces of wheat toast, fell asleep for three more hours. Woke up after 5 no longer drunk, but even now at 3 a.m., I still feel the effects of it. Wine likes to hold onto you forever and the shots in between didn't help matters. But it was fun, at least!
-- I'm getting back onto a Faith No More kick.
-- UPS fucked me over by saying my address was incorrect, when really it was a new driver who couldn't find us and didn't make any attempt to do so. I don't pay 2nd day shipping for you to reschedule until after the weekend. Assholes.
-- I will have my tweets shipped here daily via LoudTwitter. So, even if I don't update with a real entry, there will always be something to show that I'm alive and kicking.
-- I have another photoshoot tomorrow, weather permitting. I'm hoping that I'm not as bloated tomorrow as I am today. Damn you, PMS. Is it really necessary that once a month I feel like a beached whale and my tits feel like bees are stinging them all over?
-- My work schedule is kind of wearing me down. I feel like a zombie much of the time. I don't very much enjoy it, but I still like work.
-- In less than 24 hours, it will have been 3 weeks since my last cigarette. I'm starting to notice a change in me.
-- I broke down and sobbed about how I look last night, lamenting all of the weight I gained trying to come out of my depression. I know I'm doing great things to combat that, and I have lost weight, but it's difficult not to feel down about it. I have been pushing myself a lot harder both on my own time and at the gym. I just hate the waiting aspect. I imagine that I'll notice a bigger change after I start my period.
-- I'm getting back onto a Faith No More kick.
-- UPS fucked me over by saying my address was incorrect, when really it was a new driver who couldn't find us and didn't make any attempt to do so. I don't pay 2nd day shipping for you to reschedule until after the weekend. Assholes.
-- I will have my tweets shipped here daily via LoudTwitter. So, even if I don't update with a real entry, there will always be something to show that I'm alive and kicking.
-- I have another photoshoot tomorrow, weather permitting. I'm hoping that I'm not as bloated tomorrow as I am today. Damn you, PMS. Is it really necessary that once a month I feel like a beached whale and my tits feel like bees are stinging them all over?
-- My work schedule is kind of wearing me down. I feel like a zombie much of the time. I don't very much enjoy it, but I still like work.
-- In less than 24 hours, it will have been 3 weeks since my last cigarette. I'm starting to notice a change in me.
-- I broke down and sobbed about how I look last night, lamenting all of the weight I gained trying to come out of my depression. I know I'm doing great things to combat that, and I have lost weight, but it's difficult not to feel down about it. I have been pushing myself a lot harder both on my own time and at the gym. I just hate the waiting aspect. I imagine that I'll notice a bigger change after I start my period.