oh, I so love it when one of the girls comes in and tells me I’m getting fat. not putting on weight or getting chubby … no. fat.

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just call it the “Ross Syndrome”
my sister dated this guy Tom for a few years. they’ve been broken up for a while, and my sister’s engaged to John. however, my brain refuses to remember his name, and I’m forever slipping and calling him Tom. this is bad, since I’m her maid of honor, and so certain I’m going to say Tom in the toast by accident. how bad would that be?

how pathetic that we’ve become such a rushed society that we can’t even sit down for a bowl of cereal? now we have to eat our honeynut cheerios in a bar? I mean, yeah, they’re damned tasty, but what happened to having twenty minutes in the morning to read the paper and have some breakfast?
that makes me sad. I’m going to go live in the woods.

you know what else I don’t get? thongs. I mean, I can see the need for one with a specific outfit or something, but thong bikinis? cover that up, babe. leave something for the imagination. and tan lines my ass. get over it.
and another thing — how the hell is Jerry Springer still on the air?

I just don’t get it. How did Kylie Minogue make a comeback? More importantly, who let her? I just saw a “Hottest Dance Hits” commercial on TV, and one of her songs was the “#1 Dance Hit of the Year!”
Some things are just wrong. And then some things defy any sort of logical reasoning. I just don’t get it.

I think I might start gnawing on the desk soon.
I just want to eat everything. I’m not hungry… I don’t understand it. I just want to eat. and eat and eat.
so I bought cherries & honeydew, and placed them in complete reach in front of me at my desk so that I wouldn’t reach for the doritos in the drawer. I can’t get rid of them — there’s a lot left, and I can give them to the girls today — but it’s killing me. After yesterday’s pigfest, I spent all last night feeling really bad about myself and my body — you’d think that’d be enough of a deterent for today, right? nuh uh. Self-control? What’s that?
I’m thinking of popping some popcorn next, to try to help.
I think I just need help.

I want my hair like this. beware, a new skin, chock full o’ani, will be coming soon. there’s another new skin I plan on putting it up at miz graphics when it’s done, as well.
I’m so procrastinating. Cause you care, here’s my list o’shit to do:

1. get to the post office and mail felicia’s package.
2. get out and buy another little package for someone who needs a little pampering, and mail that too.
3. fix the bed.
4. take a bath.
5. figure out what the hell I’m doing with my creative writing class today.
6. email rich and matt, just cause it’s been a while.
7. finish up the last batch of poems for stirring
8. get a pedicure — these toesies are scary!
9. speaking of toesies, get the footsie browser up and running…
10. ummm… I know there’s something else…
11. call the MOS and get tickets for the 4th of July
12. prep for the indigo girls concert saturday.
13. take a look into the teacher certification test for MA.
14. yawn, cause I’ve been needing to since I crawled out of bed.
15. buy some pretty flowers for the estrogen club at work.

breakfast: 1/2 cup low-fat granola, 1 cup yogurt, 1/2 banana
lunch: 2 spring rolls.
snacks: yogurt, banana
mid-afternoon-rainy-I-need-to-chomp-snack: 1/2 supersized bag of doritos.
guilt-laden post-dorito binge: gum and water.
ugh.

why is it that every time I put on mascara I need to sneeze not even five seconds after?

Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.

-unknown

Last night was a really trying night at work. There was a fight, a window was broken, and all the kids were really out of sorts and on edge the whole day. When they’re on edge & difficult, I can’t deal, and get all wound up and upset. I managed only one minor breakdown on my supervisor. This can’t be healthy.
Anyway, I have that quote on a card, and it’s been sitting on the mirror in our bedroom for months. I think I’m bringing it to work, blowing it up 200%, and hanging it around the center — including smack-dab right in front of my desk. The Daily Zen Meditation is a great site, too. Some good wisdom.
Thank god for karate class tonight — now if only I could get the teenaged girls in there to shut up during stretching — I’m there to get away from that, for chrissakes!