nooooooo kitty!
Mar. 5th, 2004 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI am so bad. I just ordered a pizza. I've been FAMISHED all day. I feel like my appetite is a caged dog I have to approach very gingerly when I'm like this. Must feed it, because otherwise things will get ugly and it will burst through the cage and devour everything in its path. But you have to be cautious, or it'll bite your hand off. So I had 1/2 cup of rice and stir-fry around noon. It's not even hunger. It's just PMS or something. I want a buffet of NO!!-foods in front of me. So instead of fried chicken and milkshakes and chocolate cake and French fries, I compromised and ordered a small Matador and will not eat it all. I will NOT. And have salad for dinner. I also ordered a 6-pack of Diet Coke. Now, I am a staunch Diet Pepsi supporter, but am a soda slut and will settle for any port in a storm.
I'm feeling very hermit-y and in love with my own company today and this way I don't have to leave the house. Some days the high life is sitting around in my track pants, hair in pigtails, eating food directly from containers, and completely geeking out. Woot!
I've brought in a pile of cds to play and am going to completely ignore my Adobe Framemaker assignment (due tomorrow afternoon) and instead start the Eric Meyer CSS book (yes, Sarah--FINALLY huh?) and work on my website which is not going to contribute to my certificate. Why does doing the wrong thing always feel so gooooood?
Hobbes is shark-finning around the pizza box and occasionally wanders over to headbutt me to express that yes he loves me more than anything and don't I just love him right back and want to let him rub his wet nose all over the contents of that glorious smelling white box? This only results in him being cannon-balled onto the bed. You think he'd learn. But nooooooo.
God my bed makes me look vanilla, doesn't it? Huh. At least I made it this morning. My mother would be so proud.
I'm feeling very hermit-y and in love with my own company today and this way I don't have to leave the house. Some days the high life is sitting around in my track pants, hair in pigtails, eating food directly from containers, and completely geeking out. Woot!
I've brought in a pile of cds to play and am going to completely ignore my Adobe Framemaker assignment (due tomorrow afternoon) and instead start the Eric Meyer CSS book (yes, Sarah--FINALLY huh?) and work on my website which is not going to contribute to my certificate. Why does doing the wrong thing always feel so gooooood?
Hobbes is shark-finning around the pizza box and occasionally wanders over to headbutt me to express that yes he loves me more than anything and don't I just love him right back and want to let him rub his wet nose all over the contents of that glorious smelling white box? This only results in him being cannon-balled onto the bed. You think he'd learn. But nooooooo.
God my bed makes me look vanilla, doesn't it? Huh. At least I made it this morning. My mother would be so proud.
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Date: 2004-03-05 04:10 pm (UTC)*trots off to Trader Joe's to get more chicken breast for tonight's stir fry*
My George Foreman grill set sail on its maiden voyage last night. The results were outstanding!
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Date: 2004-03-05 04:22 pm (UTC)And I need to go to Trader Joe's too. I'm out of pita. AGAIN. But not today *lazy* Also I particularly hate making rice and suck at it. Yes, even with a rice cooker. No, I don't know wtf my problem is. I even hate dealing with Minute Rice. So I love their pre-made, microwaveable Jasmine rice packets.
I'm so glad your George Foreman grill experience was good! It is SO DAMN easy, I love it!
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Date: 2004-03-05 05:26 pm (UTC)