Crazy me don't think there's pain in Barcelona...
Hi kids,
Today I went for my first eye exam in 1200 years. They told me that I need glasses for reading and watching TV and looking at computer screens and breathing. Okay, I added that last one. Apparently my eyes over focus when I try and read and the like. Then they hurt. Then I get headaches. This is true. Fuck you, glasses.
Now I'm going to talk about my breasts. You can get off here if you like.
Dear God,
I know that when you lose weight you cannot lose it in specific areas just cause you want to. I'm fine with that. Why then do I seem to be losing my breasts? Huh? It's pathetic. I can't fill out bras like I used to. Please give me my boobs back. I need them for....stuff. Important stuff.
Love, Sandra
Okay, I'm done talking about my breasts.
I wish I knew someone who owned a Fresh. That would be my dream man/woman.
No one emailed me all weekend. Except for Tony and myself with all our cool research. But other than that, no one loves me. Then just a second ago, I was all excited because I got an email and I was like 'Oh! Someone loves me!' but it turns out that it was just Roy Thompson Hall wanting me to buy tickets to their upcoming season. Fuck you, Roy Thompson Hall. Everyone go email me or I'll cry.
I have a job interview tomorrow to be a box office/call centre girl at the National Ballet. I went to the the information session yesterday and was content to find out that I wouldn't have to call anyone. I seriously would not have taken the job if that was the case. Anyway, it seems quite all right. Good location and nice people and flexible and decent pay for a university student so we'll see. Now I just have to convince them tomorrow that I know all about ballet. Right.
Starting Wednesday I am house sitting for Kyra. Which means I have a dog. I sure hope we both survive for three weeks. I am incompetent. Why am I entrusted with a dog? Silly. Yeah.
Clean my room and do my laundry. Thanks.
So back to my breasts, when they finally stop shrinking, who wants to come with me to Linema Intima and get a proper fitting? Apparently this woman is life changing.
Okay, now I go eat something and laze around for a bit. Fun.
Today I went for my first eye exam in 1200 years. They told me that I need glasses for reading and watching TV and looking at computer screens and breathing. Okay, I added that last one. Apparently my eyes over focus when I try and read and the like. Then they hurt. Then I get headaches. This is true. Fuck you, glasses.
Now I'm going to talk about my breasts. You can get off here if you like.
Dear God,
I know that when you lose weight you cannot lose it in specific areas just cause you want to. I'm fine with that. Why then do I seem to be losing my breasts? Huh? It's pathetic. I can't fill out bras like I used to. Please give me my boobs back. I need them for....stuff. Important stuff.
Love, Sandra
Okay, I'm done talking about my breasts.
I wish I knew someone who owned a Fresh. That would be my dream man/woman.
No one emailed me all weekend. Except for Tony and myself with all our cool research. But other than that, no one loves me. Then just a second ago, I was all excited because I got an email and I was like 'Oh! Someone loves me!' but it turns out that it was just Roy Thompson Hall wanting me to buy tickets to their upcoming season. Fuck you, Roy Thompson Hall. Everyone go email me or I'll cry.
I have a job interview tomorrow to be a box office/call centre girl at the National Ballet. I went to the the information session yesterday and was content to find out that I wouldn't have to call anyone. I seriously would not have taken the job if that was the case. Anyway, it seems quite all right. Good location and nice people and flexible and decent pay for a university student so we'll see. Now I just have to convince them tomorrow that I know all about ballet. Right.
Starting Wednesday I am house sitting for Kyra. Which means I have a dog. I sure hope we both survive for three weeks. I am incompetent. Why am I entrusted with a dog? Silly. Yeah.
Clean my room and do my laundry. Thanks.
So back to my breasts, when they finally stop shrinking, who wants to come with me to Linema Intima and get a proper fitting? Apparently this woman is life changing.
Okay, now I go eat something and laze around for a bit. Fun.