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kittydesade) wrote2005-12-19 07:38 pm
kittydesade) wrote2005-12-19 07:38 pm
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I have ankle weights, light free weights, and Alegria. And TSO. And KMFDM. I have new bras including one sports bra, to replace the bra that snapped in three places this morning thereby leaving me unbound which is a minor problem at my size, and we'll leave it at that. No, I tell a lie, it's a more annoying problem because they don't have many bras in my size. There. Now we'll leave it at that.
But I now have trim for a present I shall be sewing like mad tomorrow and the next day and weights for the lifting in order to get in shape and fit more nicely into my Slinky Dress for Maui and bras for everyday use (wasn't that a short story, Everyday Use?) and I really have no excuse not to be working out. Which, actually, I intend to go do. Right as soon as I finish this entry. And as soon as my body stops trying to kill me. Yay Ortho TriCyclinLo! Yay vitamins! Yay no more killer PMS of Doom! Well, not of Doom, 'cause that's a whole different set of letters. PDDMS? PDD? Something like that. Premenstrual DOOM Disorder. But. Still.
I also have to get new tires for the car. Fucking car. Why do they have to be so expensive? Why can't we all have teleporters? But that'll happen next paycheck, as it's annoying but not imminently necessary. They're not flat. They're just screwy. Fucking money. I don't have enough of it. I need more. Not too much more. I'd settle for a five hundred dollar windfall. Is it happening? No. Bollocks. But I'm not in dire straits either, so there's that. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate, a job, a car, clothes, heat, water. Internet. TV. The little luxuries.Three computers.
Um.
I should really, really get my other laptop screen fixed. Um.
I had something else and I couldn't remember it. I wrote fanfic today, not so much instead of working on the novel but as a prelude to it and then I had to keep an eye on the cookies and finish baking them and then I had to go to Wal-Mart. And then I had to go shower. So now I'm showered and I'm going to exercise a bit and then work on the novel. I worked on it a bit this morning. I had this really cool line to open the next chapter with. It finishes "...and everything went straight to hell." Because you know there's always that one point that seems innocuous at the time but, really, after that everything goes straight to hell. Hee. I like that line. Um. And a few more Ums for good measure. Cookies are evil when I'm trying to be good and get in shape.
Who the hell sees Titanic eight times in the theatre? Says the girl who couldn't stand the movie and didn't even make it all the way through once.
Yeah, I got nothing else, really. My hair's wet and it's making me shiver. These weights are frikkin huge, but then I have tiny wrists. Tiny ankles. A tiny body in general. A little less tiny than it used to be, but I'm just a small person. Um. And these weights are huge.
This has been a post of Um.
But I now have trim for a present I shall be sewing like mad tomorrow and the next day and weights for the lifting in order to get in shape and fit more nicely into my Slinky Dress for Maui and bras for everyday use (wasn't that a short story, Everyday Use?) and I really have no excuse not to be working out. Which, actually, I intend to go do. Right as soon as I finish this entry. And as soon as my body stops trying to kill me. Yay Ortho TriCyclinLo! Yay vitamins! Yay no more killer PMS of Doom! Well, not of Doom, 'cause that's a whole different set of letters. PDDMS? PDD? Something like that. Premenstrual DOOM Disorder. But. Still.
I also have to get new tires for the car. Fucking car. Why do they have to be so expensive? Why can't we all have teleporters? But that'll happen next paycheck, as it's annoying but not imminently necessary. They're not flat. They're just screwy. Fucking money. I don't have enough of it. I need more. Not too much more. I'd settle for a five hundred dollar windfall. Is it happening? No. Bollocks. But I'm not in dire straits either, so there's that. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate, a job, a car, clothes, heat, water. Internet. TV. The little luxuries.
Um.
I should really, really get my other laptop screen fixed. Um.
I had something else and I couldn't remember it. I wrote fanfic today, not so much instead of working on the novel but as a prelude to it and then I had to keep an eye on the cookies and finish baking them and then I had to go to Wal-Mart. And then I had to go shower. So now I'm showered and I'm going to exercise a bit and then work on the novel. I worked on it a bit this morning. I had this really cool line to open the next chapter with. It finishes "...and everything went straight to hell." Because you know there's always that one point that seems innocuous at the time but, really, after that everything goes straight to hell. Hee. I like that line. Um. And a few more Ums for good measure. Cookies are evil when I'm trying to be good and get in shape.
Who the hell sees Titanic eight times in the theatre? Says the girl who couldn't stand the movie and didn't even make it all the way through once.
Yeah, I got nothing else, really. My hair's wet and it's making me shiver. These weights are frikkin huge, but then I have tiny wrists. Tiny ankles. A tiny body in general. A little less tiny than it used to be, but I'm just a small person. Um. And these weights are huge.
This has been a post of Um.