January 29, 2009

This won’t make any sense.

I need to write more, I think in some weird way writing all the time is what keeps me sane.  Well, sort of.  

I don’t really even have much to say except I work all the time, and that I particularly dislike ice storms.  Driving to work seemed more like an obstacle course of falling sheets of ice and women drivers (on ice) in minivans and SUVs.  Yeah.  About that…

I wish I could gain weight.  If I gain weight, I will buy myself some boobs and for the first time in my entire life have feminine curves of some type.  I’m so sick of being rail thin and the shape of a twelve year old.  It’s just depressing.  

I think a vacation would be nice, perhaps I will fly out to California if Allison will let me stay at her house and bake in her kitchen.  Ahem:  Allison.

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