Thursday
May182006
Things to complain about
Thursday, May 18, 2006 at 09:25AM
Last night was a bad night in Doahleigh Land. B and I were watching the Pistons and American Idol simaltaneously, using the Previous Channel Button method, and within just a couple minutes we saw the Pistons lose to Cleveland and Katharine move into the final two. After our joint effort to throw the tv out the window, we moped around the rest of the night. Why do we have to care so much about a sports team and a musical talent show?
Just so you know, I hate Katharine. Every move she makes, every word she says, is another knife in my chest. I'm glad I have a boyfriend who understands my intense hatred and friends who feel the same loathing.
Aside from the injustices of stupid television shows, I have a few other things to complain about. Ya ready?
First, my body has been demanding far too much sleep lately. I used to fall asleep around midnight, sometimes later. And even though I hated getting up every single morning, once I was out of bed, I could make it through the day without desperately wanting to curl up under my desk for a nap. But the last few nights, I lay down to read, and the next thing I know I'm waking up and there's Brad over on the computer or reading his book next to me. The light is still on and my book is tucked under my arm. It must be like 2am, what is Brad still doing awake? So I roll over to confirm the time, assuming I've been out for hours, and it's only 11pm!
I don't know how this happens. Or why. Even with my extra hours of sleep, I still have to tape my eyes open all day at work to stay awake. And that tape hurts, I've lost too many eyelash and eyebrow hairs already. I need to get this under control.
The other thing I need to get under control? My ass. Over the weekend, a few people (both of my grandpas to be specific...weird) asked me if I'm losing weight. Well, we all know how much I love when people do that. One of my grandpa's even used the words "roly poly" to describe what I used to look like. Dear god was I ever roly poly? Why didn't you tell me?
Anyway, I haven't lost any weight. I'm still at "x" thank you very much. But if I'm looking thinner, then my weight must be redistributing. I've now determined that it's all moving to my ass. My sisters and I are all somewhat booylicious, but my ass is definitely getting jigglier. I noticed it as I bounded up the stairs yesteday. I felt a distinct jiggle that wasn't there before.
Now everyone who reads this and knows me in real life will be checking out my ass, that's kind of weird. I'll have to get Brad's expert opinion.
Just so you know, I hate Katharine. Every move she makes, every word she says, is another knife in my chest. I'm glad I have a boyfriend who understands my intense hatred and friends who feel the same loathing.
Aside from the injustices of stupid television shows, I have a few other things to complain about. Ya ready?
First, my body has been demanding far too much sleep lately. I used to fall asleep around midnight, sometimes later. And even though I hated getting up every single morning, once I was out of bed, I could make it through the day without desperately wanting to curl up under my desk for a nap. But the last few nights, I lay down to read, and the next thing I know I'm waking up and there's Brad over on the computer or reading his book next to me. The light is still on and my book is tucked under my arm. It must be like 2am, what is Brad still doing awake? So I roll over to confirm the time, assuming I've been out for hours, and it's only 11pm!
I don't know how this happens. Or why. Even with my extra hours of sleep, I still have to tape my eyes open all day at work to stay awake. And that tape hurts, I've lost too many eyelash and eyebrow hairs already. I need to get this under control.
The other thing I need to get under control? My ass. Over the weekend, a few people (both of my grandpas to be specific...weird) asked me if I'm losing weight. Well, we all know how much I love when people do that. One of my grandpa's even used the words "roly poly" to describe what I used to look like. Dear god was I ever roly poly? Why didn't you tell me?
Anyway, I haven't lost any weight. I'm still at "x" thank you very much. But if I'm looking thinner, then my weight must be redistributing. I've now determined that it's all moving to my ass. My sisters and I are all somewhat booylicious, but my ass is definitely getting jigglier. I noticed it as I bounded up the stairs yesteday. I felt a distinct jiggle that wasn't there before.
Now everyone who reads this and knows me in real life will be checking out my ass, that's kind of weird. I'll have to get Brad's expert opinion.
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