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2010-01-06 12:36:44 ET I'm making Scott make dinner. Because I did all the shopping. YAY.
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2010-01-06 08:10:47 ET So, for lunch I made a tasty, uber-filling sandwhich. I used Whole Food's 365 Whole Wheat Sandwhich Bread, Sundried Tomato Hummus (from ALDI), organic swiss cheese, and peppered tofurky. It was so filling I could only eat half of it. My cats fought over the rest. |
2010-01-04 01:46:32 ET As a social experiment I decided to join BeautifulPeople. We'll see if they think I'm one of the uglies or not in 46 hours. I'm a bit appalled at our society's "that's the way it is" attitude to beauty. Women who do not weigh less than 115 pounds are ostracized, and it's fucking ridiculous. SO yeah, I'll give you that my face is fairly attractive despite being round. However, I will never be able to starve myself in to a 0,2, or even a 4, and not for lack of trying. Live and let live, and if you're one of those people who cannot value a woman for anything more than how much you want to stick your dick in to her nether regions, the problem is with you, not her.
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2010-01-03 06:45:47 ET This song could not describe me much better... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO5APfKnR50 Lyrics One , two, three, four ! You can tell From the scars on my arms And cracks in my hips And the dents in my car And the blisters on my lips That I'm not the carefullest of girls You can tell From the glass on the floor And the strings that're breaking And I keep on breaking more And it looks like I am shaking But it's just the temperature And then again If it were any colder I could disengage If I were any older I could act my age But I don't think that you'd believe me It's not the way I'm meant to be It's just the way the operation made me And you can tell From the state of my room That they let me out too soon And the pills that I ate Came a couple years too late And I've got some issues to work through There I go again Pretending to be you Make-believing That I have a soul beneath the surface Trying to convince you It was accidentally on purpose I am not so serious This passion is a plagiarism I might join your century But only on a rare occasion I was taken out Before the labor pains set in and now Behold the world's worst accident I am the girl anachronism And you can tell By the red in my eyes And the bruises on my thighs And the knots in my hair And the bathtub full of flies That I'm not right now at all There I go again Pretending that I'll fall Don't call the doctors They've seen it all before They'll say just Let her crash and burn She'll learn The attention just encourages her And you can tell From the full-body cast That you're sorry that you asked Though you did everything you could Like any decent person would But I might be catching so don't touch You'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff Don't get me wet Because the bandages will all come off And you can tell From the smoke at the stake That the current state is critical Well it is the little things, for instance In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses Please excuse her for the day Its just the way the medication makes her I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest I was too precarious removed as a caesarian Behold the worlds worst accident I am the girl anachronism Behold the worlds worst accident I am the girl anachronism Behold the worlds worst accident I am the girl anachronism I am the girl anachronism
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