9.30.2007

It's over.



It's finally over...



:)

9.19.2007

OK.

I'm disgruntled, and possibly suicidal so will someone please give me Owen Wilson's number so I can show him how to do it right the first time?

Anyway, so, I just did a little research about the things I eat day in and day out. Sidebar: I'm trying to eat healthier these days, because I'm SO obnoxiously obese.

Think Louie Anderson.

Okay, not true at all. I'm actually under-weight, I believe, but I'm trying to eat more strategically so that when I do workout-which is a battle in itself to get me to do-it atleast has some benefit to it and I'm not wasting my time.

So, I eat at Potbelly's like EVERY DAY, not because it's so delicious and mind-boggling that I must eat it whenever possible, but because it's close to where I work and is pretty good and mildly healthy. Okay, so almost everyday I get the smoked ham on wheat. Pretty okay, right?

WRONG.

I found out that the smoked ham has 8 grams of fat. That sounds acceptable, therefore I consumed it allll--like I was doing myself a favor by eating it. However, the addition of swiss cheese, which comes standard, adds on 18 grams of FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look at all of them exclamation points! That means I'm pissed and bewildered! Imagine a wildebeast with a bladder full of Surge.

That's me.

Holy crap, that's a lot of fat for something I barely taste. To make matters even worse, add in mayo...which I always do...and that's a whopping 10 grams of fat per tablespoon! It would take 14 minutes of intense aerobic exercise just to burn off the mayo!

I ain't doing no aerobics! I used to do Tae-Bo until my Mom walked in on me doing some karate kicks with Billy Blanks and that was enough to scar me into thinking that babysitting was an acceptable form of exercise. Them baby's can be heavy.

Ever seen the Maury episodes? Duh...

"I feed my baby 8 hamburgers, 15 pancakes, 28 egg-omelettes, 8 gallons of Mr. Pibb, and Snow Caps for when Springer comes on. I can't help I feed him so much, he's HAWNGRY!"

This recent enlightenment is about as bad as the day I found out that I had been using my Dad's toothbrush for 2 months.

9.16.2007

It was my choice. The first choice in a vignette of choices I made on my own behalf in a very long time.

It comes at a cost, but that cost is oh-so worth it. No price tag is even necessary.

In fact, it's priceless.

You don't know who you are. Who I speak of. You're all the same: you define me, I change for you, I exist for your purposes.

Not now. Not again.

I'm not helpless. I'm not a victim. I'm not anything to you.

But a memory.

Think of me when you need to, I will do the same.

I have no regrets. I think.

It's time to regain.

Dignity.

By persevering. Sticking through. Seeing what's next. In store.

And I really can't wait.

9.03.2007

Your idea of romance is popping the can away from my face.