| Matter of Fact Musings |
[May. 17th, 2008|01:59 am] |
I need to scream.
But I'm too tired.
Maybe I'll cry instead. Sometimes crying is awesome.
Maybe I'll just drink.
Ohhh boooyy.... |
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[May. 15th, 2008|11:32 am] |
Hell Yeh! I got another tax return I wasn't expecting!
I DIG! |
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| Light a Candle |
[May. 13th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
Here lies Michelle's Virginity. We thought we'd never lose thee.
But out of the ashes was born new life.
And the world was a better place.
Happy Anniversary. |
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[May. 12th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
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Ok, no more eating out. It's the devil on my waist line. Blah. |
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[May. 11th, 2008|11:39 pm] |
Goodbye to you.
It's time. |
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[May. 10th, 2008|12:23 am] |
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Friggin Pepe. That's the last time I try to be your friend. You're just not worth it. I tried to have a little faith, but you're just a bad friend. The end. |
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[May. 8th, 2008|02:30 pm] |
Dear Trainer McHottie at 24Hour Fitness:
You look like a less douchebaggy Mario Lopez, but more bad ass, and yet sweeter, and I want to be on you. Feel free to put it in. Thanks.
Your friend,
Michelle |
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[May. 8th, 2008|10:54 am] |
I love the first 20 minutes after I wake up. Why? CUZ THAT'S WHEN I'M SKINNIEST!!!
And then fucking nature for some reason adds 5 lbs 20 minutes later. But for a hot second I have bikini body. What a cockblock. Who needs food and water, I just want to keep my hot bod. Shoot. |
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[May. 8th, 2008|01:12 am] |
So I found out I'm blood type O.
Which means I can GIVE to pretty much EVERYONE, but will have a hard time RECEIVING should I ever be in need.
Funny how that shares the aftertaste of my social life... |
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| I jumped. |
[May. 6th, 2008|03:42 am] |
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Here goes. |
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[May. 5th, 2008|12:28 am] |
I need to be touched.
Someone touch me.
For the love of god. |
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[May. 4th, 2008|02:53 pm] |
Alex Mohajer (post relatively deep convo topics): "By the way. I have a large penis."
Thanks for THAT, Pookie. Thanks for THAT. |
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| And so it is - Just like you said it should be |
[May. 3rd, 2008|10:43 pm] |
Ok. I'm ready to move on now.
I still FEEL the same, but I'm tired of chasing air. It's making me breathless. |
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[May. 2nd, 2008|12:07 pm] |
"I like penis! I'm a huge, HUGE fan of penis!"
-Sara Ramirez, last night's Grey's Anatomy (while being accused of lesbianism)
Classic. |
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[May. 2nd, 2008|01:06 am] |
*sigh*
I have issues. |
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| The little things :) |
[Apr. 30th, 2008|07:06 am] |
I ordered a salad from El Pollo Loco yesterday. It didn't have chicken in it, so I told the girl. She told me... It DIDN'T COME with chicken!!! Noooooooooo!!!!
But I've been dreaming about the chicken for 3 miles!!! At this point there's a line behind me in the drive through, so I say, Ok, I guess I'll go back around.
But this girl says, Hey, you want chicken? Then she takes my salad and gives me chicken, and then doesn't LET me pay for it. "Hey, it's ok."
Wow, so simple. And yet it made my entire day!
Now I maintain that "Bitches is nasty" for the most part. And usually pretty girls are the worst. But this one took one home for the team and, unbeknownst to her, made a small difference in the quality of my life. With the simple gesture of free chicken. And NOT being a bitch.
I love it.
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Also, I've been feeling really sexy lately. Which is the exact opposite of how I felt 2 weeks ago. Maybe it's cuz I'm getting skinny. Maybe it's b/c Adam and Alex have been molesting me 24/7. Whoooo knooooows.... |
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|11:52 am] |
I had a dream that I was watching a video of myself on the internet, and i was SO WASTED, making a fool of myself.
*sigh* Wishful thinking.
This week has been really nice so far.
Last night I gave my dad mini yoga cuz his lower back was giving him problems. Dilemma? he's like me and has a problem with authority and wasn't following my instruction, so I ended up yelling at him. haha Not so yogi... oh well.
I hate money. Well, actually I like it. I wish I had some. WHERE'S MY TAX RETURN???? |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|01:01 am] |
This week, I'm taking back my life.
I took hip hop for the first time in like 7 years... and I didn't totally suck, actually. I had a really good time and I'm excited to take it consistently.
I've lost the extra weight I gained, and I'm feeling good about the way I look for the first time in a while. So now it's go time. It makes me feel better to know that from here on out I'll be moving forward and not struggling to catch up. Inching forward, maybe, but at least inching in the right direction.
And I'll be getting paid this week PLUS my tax return, so I'll have some money to help out with the new me. Thank. God.
In other news,
Some guy asked for my number at the gym. He lead with something like "My high school gpa was like 4.8 hahaha..." Wow. I'm desperate, but not THAT desperate. I gave him my number cuz he followed me out of the gym, and he called me 10 minutes later... God help me. |
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| Ken Lee Tilibu Dibu Douchu |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
My internet hasn't been working. But instead of living without it, I've been waiting around, hoping it will start to work. I've been wasting my life away, waiting for the internet to come back... They always come back... This is a new high place for me haha.
I've also realized that I don't have anyone to take care of me. I provide that role for so many people in my life, but I don't have anyone to be that role for me. This is part of my "Allowing myself to be vulnerable" process. Leah says this means I need a boyfriend. Maybe so.
I know I said I'd talk about that which has stressed me out... but then I started thinking it's the wrong timing. But Leah says no, I have to be selfish and just go.
*sigh* WWLD. What Would Leah Do.
I'm not sick anymore this week so I'm taking back my life. Work out. Yoga. Healthy meals. Quality outdoor time. All of it.
And I need to have sex. Immediately. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
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I had a sex dream. And woke up mid hip undulation. I'm officially a 13 year old boy. |
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