☞ Because of my love of food, I’m screwed … & I’ve come to terms with it
It’s a really, really good thing that I run — otherwise I would be physically unable to leave the house. Not that I look like a runner, take my word for it, but at least I keep things at a reasonable level.
I’m not the girl that says she loves food and then eats nothing but salad and diet coke. I actually eat entire pizza’s, guzzled down by beer. I buy insane amounts of the worst food imaginable and then cry about it when its gone. I try to diet sometimes … just long enough to get down to the weight I was ‘last month’ and then eat myself back up to it. Basically then, I just stay at the same weight.
I’m that American the documentaries warn you about.
☞ I need a sidekick
I’m taking applications.
I am growing tired of sitting alone at the table, singing to George Michael at the top of my lungs with no accompaniment. It’s boring heading into town being the only one with mustache chops. I need someone to laugh at all my jokes.
The only requirements are:
- You’re either a lot like me or you’re a good liar.
- You have real or fake facial hair.
☞ I didn’t learn much this week
It’s been quiet. I start fall term tomorrow so maybe I’ll have more to say next Sunday.
For now, I’ll just spend the rest of my weekend watching Lord Of The Rings (my go-to Sunday flicks) and eating the heavenly cookies I bought.