Off.
Today was a suuuuper off day. I’ve been sleepy ever since I woke up.. oh well. Back at it tomorrow!
Dreams.
Last night I had a dream that I ordered a pizza and ate over half of it. As I was eating it I realized that I was cheating on my diet and didn’t even really want pizza. Then I got really depressed and just kept eating.
Figured I might as well throw these up on the internet for the whole world to see.. what better motivation is there than public embarrassment, right? Hah. Anyways, this is week one of insanity. I’m going to post new pictures every two weeks when I do my fit test… wish me luck!
Also, I’m going to write things about how it’s going every now and then.. not because I think anyone cares, but because I want to be able to look back and see how much I really accomplished.. Or how much I should be accomplishing lol. :)
Roadtrip.
I like to play this game on road trips. I call it cop or not. The rules are pretty simple. You go at least 15 over the speed limit, and watch for other cars. If they’re a cop you slam on your brakes as hard as you can before you pass them and pray you don’t get a ticket. If it’s not a cop, you begin driving even faster.. anyone else familiar with it?
Genetics.
Oh my goodness gracious. Ha. I have a 69.8 something in that class… I just want to pass. That’s all I ask for. Just a passing grade.
Shit.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming….. jim;wjefosdmfio;ejwdsfoi.
Sometimes, it’s a lot harder than it sounds.
Sausagefest.
I was trolling chatroulette last night when I came across a total sausage fest of like 8 guys. They didn’t believe that I’ve slept with a black guy because I wouldn’t show them my boobs…. Haha.
Lakehouse.
I’m never getting a lake house. Bad shit always happens at lake houses.
Badass.
I seriously need to stop watching so much weeds. I start to think that shit will just work out for me, like it always does for Nancy.
For example: tonight I was driving in the ghetto on my way home. I watched two cars race. Then I watched two more come up from behind me, and they all went into single file and turned into some subdivision. This is what I thought to myself.
“I should totally follow them in. I bet they’re going to have a party or something tonight. Even if they don’t maybe they would let me ride while they race the cars… they’re probably really badass and like in the cartel or something.. but they would totally like me so they wouldn’t rape me or hurt me or anything. They’re just mean to people they don’t like.”
….
You see what this show has done to me??
Whores.
I feel like everyone who looks at my blog should know that I honestly have no idea what it looks like or what my bio says or anything. Nor do I really care.
That is all.
