Food, exercise, and Lane Bryant pleasuring herself
February 12th 2007 15:07
I haven't been wrting much. It's harder than I thought it would be. I know a lot of it is my own worries, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to read about my kids, which is what I used to write about a lot before I started Orble. Right now, I'm trying to find my voice, and it's tough.
Also, the only thing that has been on my mind lately has been food. Food, food, food. How many points is this? How many points is that? I've been obsessed with labels, and if I'm on the Weight Watchers website more than any other. Yesterday, my friend Teri and I spent a good what? Twenty minutes trying to figure out how many points a slice of St. Louis style pizza might be. There were fractions, and equations, and calls to the pizza parlor. It was crazy. Teri being from Joisey had no idea what I was trying to talk about , since she's used to the New Yoik style pizza, THE SLICES ARE TINY is what I kept saying over and over, trying to minimize the points as much as I can. God love her for trying and holding my hand through it all.
Also, I've started going to the gym, and really, is there anything more obnoxious than a person who has started to exercise? In my experience? Uh no. All they want to talk about are reps, and stances, and form, and minutes, and pretty much HOW MUCH BETTER THEY ARE THAN YOU. So, I really don't want to talk about that.
So, that has been my life. Not at all interesting.
Yesterday I did treat myself to new bras and panties, while I shopped, I SWORE that this would be the LAST time I bought anything from Lane Bryant, other than bras. I'm pretty sure no matter how much I lose, I'll still need the LB bras. I hate LB though. They have the nerve to charge so much for their clothes. Lane Bryant can go fuck herself. First of all, the average size in America, unfortunately IS a 14/16. They charge SO fucking much for extra inches of fabric. And really, how many fucking TUNICS can I own? All the shit is the same. Anything the least bit trendy is way to expensive for my wallet.
So, that's the boring entry for today.
Also, the only thing that has been on my mind lately has been food. Food, food, food. How many points is this? How many points is that? I've been obsessed with labels, and if I'm on the Weight Watchers website more than any other. Yesterday, my friend Teri and I spent a good what? Twenty minutes trying to figure out how many points a slice of St. Louis style pizza might be. There were fractions, and equations, and calls to the pizza parlor. It was crazy. Teri being from Joisey had no idea what I was trying to talk about , since she's used to the New Yoik style pizza, THE SLICES ARE TINY is what I kept saying over and over, trying to minimize the points as much as I can. God love her for trying and holding my hand through it all.
Also, I've started going to the gym, and really, is there anything more obnoxious than a person who has started to exercise? In my experience? Uh no. All they want to talk about are reps, and stances, and form, and minutes, and pretty much HOW MUCH BETTER THEY ARE THAN YOU. So, I really don't want to talk about that.
So, that has been my life. Not at all interesting.
Yesterday I did treat myself to new bras and panties, while I shopped, I SWORE that this would be the LAST time I bought anything from Lane Bryant, other than bras. I'm pretty sure no matter how much I lose, I'll still need the LB bras. I hate LB though. They have the nerve to charge so much for their clothes. Lane Bryant can go fuck herself. First of all, the average size in America, unfortunately IS a 14/16. They charge SO fucking much for extra inches of fabric. And really, how many fucking TUNICS can I own? All the shit is the same. Anything the least bit trendy is way to expensive for my wallet.
So, that's the boring entry for today.
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Comment by Anonymous
btw, 18 Ore-Ida tater tots = 6 points.-T.C.