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verbicideSee? This is why we don't go to bed early!!
*yawn* Feel like bloody Little House on the Prairie.
Dear god. This is why I hate mornings. They're so cold, Maybe it's the shock of leaving a warm bed. May I just say how much I worship polar fleece? Five seconds out of bed and realized I needed to put on every item of clothing in my wardrobe, or you know, polar fleece pants.
Cold, cold, cold.
I always thought the lyrics to this song were something about 'sex appeal now' but um it's 'sick to me now.' Hrm. It's too energetic. I should listen to something more mellow and go back to bed. Ooo Dido.
Oh! Oh! I had a dream about kittens! *remembers* Some family's cat had a whole litter of adorable marmalade kittens, who were still damp with their little eyes clamped shut and looked like my Calvin (RIP). Judy gets endless sex dreams and I'm dreaming about kittens; where's the justice? Anyhow, then the family went away and the son of the family was hungry and came out to the kitchen to eat some chicken curry. He was so excited about it, he was practically chanting while it heated up. Huh. No idea what that means. Maybe I'm really looking forward to my mom's cooking.
Still cracking up over talk with Stace yesterday. I was also telling her how my declaration of love for that Louis Vuitton bag was met with scorn and ridicule. She piped up: "Hey! I supported you! I told you where you could get it and everything!" and I said, "That's right--you've got my back!" She is a bad influence. She's also a closet fashion whore like me.
Then we started talking about WW and the Wendie plan. She's had some success with it, for which I'm glad. She had plateau'd and was rather frustrated. And then, because she is the devil, and we kept talking about my apprehension of Black Monday (otherwise known as weigh-day), she talked me onto the scale. I always shriek at her to not look more than once a week because it's really a great way to make yourself needlessly insane. However, Stace could rationalize a snake into biting itself. Regardless, I've lost another 2lbs! Woo hoo! I was particularly nervous because I haven't been eating all my points lately, and WW scolds and lectures that you should eat all your points or your body goes into starvation mode and fat can stubbornly cling to your body and refuse to let go. Now there's a thought for insomnia.
We also played the life-threatening, friendship-destroying, Russian roulette game of: "How much do you think I weigh--No don't run away!!" That's right, baby, I live on the edge. We both guessed low, while swearing to be honest, and agreed that curiously, it didn't matter. If you guessed high--the truth was that you were still lower, and if you guessed low--then well, yay. But accepted that whichever number was lower would win.
Also? I love my cat at all hours. He never scolds me for waking him up for some snogging.
*yawn* Feel like bloody Little House on the Prairie.
Dear god. This is why I hate mornings. They're so cold, Maybe it's the shock of leaving a warm bed. May I just say how much I worship polar fleece? Five seconds out of bed and realized I needed to put on every item of clothing in my wardrobe, or you know, polar fleece pants.
Cold, cold, cold.
I always thought the lyrics to this song were something about 'sex appeal now' but um it's 'sick to me now.' Hrm. It's too energetic. I should listen to something more mellow and go back to bed. Ooo Dido.
Oh! Oh! I had a dream about kittens! *remembers* Some family's cat had a whole litter of adorable marmalade kittens, who were still damp with their little eyes clamped shut and looked like my Calvin (RIP). Judy gets endless sex dreams and I'm dreaming about kittens; where's the justice? Anyhow, then the family went away and the son of the family was hungry and came out to the kitchen to eat some chicken curry. He was so excited about it, he was practically chanting while it heated up. Huh. No idea what that means. Maybe I'm really looking forward to my mom's cooking.
Still cracking up over talk with Stace yesterday. I was also telling her how my declaration of love for that Louis Vuitton bag was met with scorn and ridicule. She piped up: "Hey! I supported you! I told you where you could get it and everything!" and I said, "That's right--you've got my back!" She is a bad influence. She's also a closet fashion whore like me.
Then we started talking about WW and the Wendie plan. She's had some success with it, for which I'm glad. She had plateau'd and was rather frustrated. And then, because she is the devil, and we kept talking about my apprehension of Black Monday (otherwise known as weigh-day), she talked me onto the scale. I always shriek at her to not look more than once a week because it's really a great way to make yourself needlessly insane. However, Stace could rationalize a snake into biting itself. Regardless, I've lost another 2lbs! Woo hoo! I was particularly nervous because I haven't been eating all my points lately, and WW scolds and lectures that you should eat all your points or your body goes into starvation mode and fat can stubbornly cling to your body and refuse to let go. Now there's a thought for insomnia.
We also played the life-threatening, friendship-destroying, Russian roulette game of: "How much do you think I weigh--No don't run away!!" That's right, baby, I live on the edge. We both guessed low, while swearing to be honest, and agreed that curiously, it didn't matter. If you guessed high--the truth was that you were still lower, and if you guessed low--then well, yay. But accepted that whichever number was lower would win.
Also? I love my cat at all hours. He never scolds me for waking him up for some snogging.
