It's amazing how many of my friends believed this afternoon's away message, which indicated that I tattooed my boyfriend's name on my butt and then he dumped me.
Although I appreciate the support. Dude, I would never get a tattoo of someone's name. Unless that name was Ryan Gosling.
And my boyfriend is the most amazingly kind and patient person. He would NEVER dump me on-the-spot, unless of course, I stopped baking him German chocolate cake.
Almost seven months, and to quote the lovely Rachel Kirkwood, "I'm still smiling."
In other news, my kitten is a biting, scratching, attack-kitty machine. She loves to play. I'm not too good at telling the sex of animals, so I really hope "she's" a "she" afterall. We named her Willow, but I call her Kiddle Bitty.
I've been treating my body like crap lately. I've been overeating, NOT working out, and although this is healthier for my skin, I never go tanning. I look at pictures of Jessica Alba and Jessica Simpson and I really want to look like them. SOOOOO badly. I planned on getting my head shots done in early August, but I need to lose at least fifteen pounds and get a better tan if I want good pictures.
It's funny how I'm really cocky and arrogant about everything except my looks.
I'm thinking about trying out for Clue: The Musical at the Memorial Opera House. The only part I could really play is Miss Scarlett, although I have big hair and I'm voluptuous, so that could work. It would be much smarter, though, to secure a job before I committ to any more theatrical projects.
I've been really sucking at hanging out with friends this summer. I NEED to see Luke and Sherrie soon, since I never see them, like, ever. And I need to call Amy Cash and Michael. And remember that one time when there was this guy named Brian Lucy? Yeah, yeah.....OMIGOD and Kim Fukawa! The sassiest, coolest Asian in the world! I forgot all about her and her mischievous sex stories.
I is ridiculous.
I'm remorseful for being a corporate whore and giving in to my cravings for a Starbucks Double Chocolate Chip Frappachino today.
The green tea at Panera Bread is pretty much the best ever.
July 15 2005, 03:07:25 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 03:25:57 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 05:03:49 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 05:04:35 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 20:23:27 UTC 6 years ago
$7.00/hour in Chicago is kind of iffy. The cost of living there is expensive, so it should be at least $8.
July 15 2005, 05:09:36 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 07:36:38 UTC 6 years ago
July 15 2005, 08:22:16 UTC 6 years ago
We never talk anymore.
Because I'm a poophead and I suck at talking to people.
I have major insomnia.
July 15 2005, 08:25:45 UTC 6 years ago
It's okay, I don't sleep much either.
July 16 2005, 18:57:02 UTC 6 years ago
July 17 2005, 00:50:42 UTC 6 years ago
I mean, yeah, society has pressured women to look a certain way, and those guidelines are usually ridiculous, so while I don't think women should make themselves what someone else wants them to be........I'm okay with them making themselves what they want to be.
I admire people like Kate Winslet and Barbara Streisand who have refused to lose weight/get surgery because of media pressure. But if they wanted to, FOR THEMSELVES, then yay for them. Either way they're still beautiful.