Tuesday, July 19, 2005
[ im feelin this:pretty shitty ]
[soundtrack to life: daily show repeats-wait I'm changing the channel ]
so over dinner my mother tells me that I need to work out because I have put on weight.
THANX, MOM. Now I remember why I live in a different state. Boy, sometimes I love coming home, wouldn't you?
Anyways, so now I have to watch what I eat I guess, so what. I just weighed myself last week and I was how much I thought I weighed, so I wasn't upset, be it that I know I am a little bit more than I would like to weigh, I don't feel very fat. AAAnd I work out just about once or twice a week doing harcore pilates.
Oh well. And I just saw an Ortho commercial and I need to go to planned parenthood, but there aren't any near me in Jersey, so I'd have to go to one of the ones in Manhattan, but I need to make an appointment, based on my cycle and then oh yeah, the cause of all this shit, my job.
Well I'm sure you wanted to know all of that, but fuck it this is for me. So, I'm fat, I'm alone, and I'm doomed to spend the next few days in the O.C. with my mum and brothers. Not that I don't love my mother et all, but sometimes I really remember why I can't live at home anymore.
So before I was fat today, I went to DC and I was having a great day with Rachel. Here's some shots of my day, brace yourself, they're artsy and not very fun shots.
My Trip To DC- By Kindel
I parked and met rachel here:
We ate lunch at this place and the guy next to us asked us if we went to college(your mom goes to college). Then we went for a walk(to get ice cream, but I won't tell you that beacause then you will think I am fat).
Here's our shadows:
We were walking on this: apparently on the other side was Rock Creek Park.
We walked on crazy brick streets.
"Do Not Enter", says the scary sign
DC has the weirdest stoplights. I swear, and I always forget until I have to stop at some and I'm looking around hoping I didn't just run a bunch before.
Ps the other day I went to see the Hollow Men. I sat really close, laughed a whole lot and they were great.
in love with love and lousy poetry
