I'm Zoe-less, hungover, and want to go to the grocery store, so I'm making this short.
Zoe's dad got her last night. I went out with my sis #3 (the baby) and her roommate and an old friend of mine. We went to major cheesy club and danced our asses off to 70's music. I drank a few purple slurpee type drinks and smoked a bunch of cigarettes. I can taste the cigs this morning and it is wayyyy funky. Bleech!
I got hit on a bit, but nothing serious. It was more fun last night than this morning because I have a sleep hangover. (I went to bed at 4 and got up at 8).
I can't go back to sleep because I have to be at Sis #1s house at noon for lunch. My dad is baptising my neice. Ol Deacon dad and all.
I'm not really looking forward to it because I'm too tired to really deal with Zoe, but it's nice to see my Sis #3. My brother #2 and his wife also came.
I spent some of my George Bushie money on clothes. I hope to have enough money till payday.
I spend whatever I make. I've always been that way.
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Still no word from Dr. E. I don't know what is going on, but I finally (like the fuckup I am) called him again and left another message. This is the first one in like 4 days. (Mr. Birthday Dick told me not to call him anymore, as he thinks I'm a stalker - of my own boyfriend??)
Something is going on with him. He's really never gone this long without calling me.
If this is how it's going to end, with no word from him, I'll be really sad. I mean really really sad.
Insert get a life here, Deb.
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I joined in this goofy diet contest at work. 12 weeks. You put in $20 and each Thursday you weigh yourself. If you didn't lose 1/2 pound, you have to put in a dollar.
At the end of 12 weeks, 3 people will win the jackpot. 1 - most weight lost. 2 - highest percentage lost. 3 - random picking from everyone who lost 1/2 lb. There are only like 8 or 9 of us doing this, so it's not really all that much money.
I thought I could win this, but I'm just not even motivated at all.
I weighed myself and realized that I have gained 12 pounds since Dr. E moved to Pennsylvania. (this is because of 2 things - sadness and lack of sexercise) At least it's not public weigh ins. You only have to weigh with a weigh-in partner. My asst. editor, Lara, is mine. I only trust her not to blab how much my fat ass weighs.
Now my lack of motivation is going to be public.
I just hope to not be too humiliated.
ok, off to the grocery store.
fruits, vegs, salad, and chicken.
hard to think of healthy foods when you have massive hangover.