17 March 2005
Date: Mar 18th, 2005 2:53:37 am - Subscribe
Mood: repulsed
St. Patrick's Day.
Another lame and pathetic excuse for humans to over consume alcohol and act like idiots. Fancy that. I didn't even wear green today. I probably would have, since I did get a fair share of pinchings, none from cute boys, but I overslept and threw on the first clean clothes I found. Black and white, hot pink. Standard Uniform, really.
Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday and I can wear jeans to work. Too bad that my fat ass is less fat and none of my jeans fit me anymore. I just realized that Easter is in exactly 10 days, so then I will no longer have to complain about my clothes not filling, as I will be able to purchase new clothes.
I plan to make some serious donations to eliminate a lot of the clothing that I really am not going to wear again, or anytime soon. There are other people who will definitely benefit from those clothes more than I need them.
I am really ready to go home. Work has taken its toll this week. I think the perfect cure would be some hot sex with a hot guy. None available though. Ok, well I bet some are available, but none that I know where they are or that they exist.
I actually went to the gym last night. It was the first time in I can't remember how long. It's such an odd place, the gym. All of these people in their tight fitting clothes, trying to mind their own business and failing miserably. I don't wear my specs when I go in there, so I can't see much of anything, but I still know that people are overly concerned with their appearance there. Granted, it is a place that naturally feeds ones superficiality. If we didn't care what we looked like, I think there would be fewer people on the tredmills and more people at the juice bars and saunas. I can openly admit that I want to look hot in the black bikini I own and that I will not feel good about owning said black bikini until I drop a few more pounds. So the caffeine and salad diet has worked, but now I want to make sure that I have some muscle on my bones. I sure as shit don't want to look like an Olson twin or that spazzy chick from 8-Mile, Brittany Murphy. Ugh, choke me with a spoon if I do ever look like that!
Last night on the local news, there was a report on this man who put two nails in his dog's head. The dog has survived, now who gets to put two nails in the owner's head???
My dear friend in Tennessee has a puppy that was shot by some coward with a bb gun. The bb is now lodged in the dogs joint, so his got a gympy walk now. Honestly, if you want to be aggressive towards a dog, give it a fair opportunity to defend itself. Hopefully, those stupid ass humans will get a Pit Bull to the neck and then it will be one less stupid human fucking up sweet, innocent animals. I don't even want to think about what other sick and moronic things these fucking humans have done in their undeserving lives.
All for now. My stomach has started to growl at me, so I must go feed it.
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