I am now crankier than ever. If that was even possible. This stupid diet has me angry. A N G R Y. So far today… I read today that for the first two weeks of this diet, I cannot have ANY alcohol. Not even no-carb alcohol like vodka. Or gin. Or fizzy gin drinks. Um,
I had something here, something kinda fucking funny, then WordPress, in its infinite wisdom, totally blew it all out the door. I even saved that shit, or so I thought. If the rest of this sucks, thank WordPress for that. Today wasn’t the day to fuck with my world, WP. I hope you have rotten
Damn if I didn’t forget my notebook last night. I’m quite certain we said and did some funny shit. I’ll try to remember… Me and Bunny singing Lesley Gore in the middle of a crowded patio while the non-BF looks on in horror Pork Belly Pops (don’t ask, but they were good) The non-BF: Why
I went to my parents’ house this evening to make my contribution to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow: my White Trash Macaroni Salad. Because I’m quite sure the Pilgrims had macaroni salad at the first Thanksgiving (the Indians totally dig that shit!) and because I like it so much, so perfect excuse to eat it on my
Trying really hard to break myself of drinking more than one caffeinated beverage per day and, considering the fact that I used to drink about six sugar free Red Bulls on a daily basis only a few months ago, I’m doing pretty well having only the occasional cup of hot tea or diet Dr. Pepper.