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My friend Joanna is having a baby. She's insane. Bipolar or schizo or something. Lovely girl, I used to like working with her a lot, but she is completely insane now. I feel bad for her baby, she still smokes pot and butts and drinks, apparently, and she's what, six months along? Sigh.
I just got the invite to her baby shower. I hate babies. I've never been to a shower. I'd feel so damn uncomfortable. Now I have to pick between doing what Claire usually does, which is make up a lame excuse not to go, or to go against my Claire nature and force myself to be a good friend. I'm usually a pretty rotten friend, which is perhaps why I have only one real girlfriend and then some coworker-friends. I like guys better. They're less manipulative and moody. They stabilize me.
Chris John told me I have nice areolas. We were drunk. Heh. Erik was not thrilled.
Well it's a Friday night and it looks like I should probably go to work and make $80 if I'm lucky. Last night was ridiculous. I made horrible money.
I'm going to be 110 by the end of the summer, swear to God. I got the tan down, I got the long gorgeous hair, just need to lose a little weight to feel good in a swimsuit. The really hard part is that my old eating habits are always at the back of my mind jumping up and down and waving and saying pithy things like, "But it worked so well before!" and "You're hideous." I don't usually listen to them, they're brats. But in the summertime I usually stop eating almost altogether, it's so hot all the time and the only time I eat is if I'm blasted and it's late at night and cooled down a little. Or if I'm sitting in an air-conditioned space, aka work, but my appetite for thick heavy Italian food is almost gone. Blech. I feel nauseous even thinking about alfredo sauce right now.
Okay. Bye now.
I just got the invite to her baby shower. I hate babies. I've never been to a shower. I'd feel so damn uncomfortable. Now I have to pick between doing what Claire usually does, which is make up a lame excuse not to go, or to go against my Claire nature and force myself to be a good friend. I'm usually a pretty rotten friend, which is perhaps why I have only one real girlfriend and then some coworker-friends. I like guys better. They're less manipulative and moody. They stabilize me.
Chris John told me I have nice areolas. We were drunk. Heh. Erik was not thrilled.
Well it's a Friday night and it looks like I should probably go to work and make $80 if I'm lucky. Last night was ridiculous. I made horrible money.
I'm going to be 110 by the end of the summer, swear to God. I got the tan down, I got the long gorgeous hair, just need to lose a little weight to feel good in a swimsuit. The really hard part is that my old eating habits are always at the back of my mind jumping up and down and waving and saying pithy things like, "But it worked so well before!" and "You're hideous." I don't usually listen to them, they're brats. But in the summertime I usually stop eating almost altogether, it's so hot all the time and the only time I eat is if I'm blasted and it's late at night and cooled down a little. Or if I'm sitting in an air-conditioned space, aka work, but my appetite for thick heavy Italian food is almost gone. Blech. I feel nauseous even thinking about alfredo sauce right now.
Okay. Bye now.