sweetiepiefuckface

Getting My Grub On
2003-05-05 15:21:32 (UTC)

Poignant Plausabilities

I have been having crazy-ass dreams lately. I don't want
to call them nightmares cuz that'll give em power. I must
be working out some serious shit, I'm tellin you. My
shoulders and arms are all sore from lifting weights. No
pain, no gain. I am still losing weight, but I just can't
seem to get below this certain weight and it's fuckin with
me. I guess I have reached a plateau. I should just get
myself a fuck-it-bucket. For all of you that is a big ass
bucket of mini candybars and jawbreakers. Nah, I won't get
one. I respect myself too much to let myself get engorged
again.

Coffee, sweet blessed coffee, my life-saver. I don't know
what I would do if I had to give it up. Shit, probably
tear out my hair one by one. I am trying to sleep on this
new magnetic pad my mom got me. It is supposed to help
with pain. Works okay... still in pain, but not as bad.
We'll see if this hocus pocus will work. I'll keep you
updated on The Power of Magnets.

I have been putting up curtains in prep for my daddy coming
to visit. I want my place to lookk nice for him. He is
used to the way his wife keeps house, with an iron fist and
a bit of obsessive compulsiveness thrown in. No matter how
hard I try, I can't keep house like that. Shit gets dirty
and unkempt, oh well. To hell with it. I can only do what
I can do. Plus, I get the feeling that living that way
irritates the shit out of him. He has been draggin ass
lately. Working too much... needs a break. I should take
him fishin when he comes. Not that I know anything about
it, where to go, or have the shit to do it. It's a nice
thought though. Even though I abhor fishing, I would still
like to do some kind of father-daughter bonding crap.

I have to work today, sucks, just feel like laying around.
Nothing new, eh? I am really diggin this 'time alone'
thing. Yeah, I get lonely once in a while, but it's
nothing like being lonely when you are waiting for your man
to get off his ass and call you. That's for damn sure.

Well, that is all I have to contribute to the diary world
today.

-August




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