Evil Mutant Hershey’s Kiss

I wanna write about so many things now it is all getting jumbled up in my head and I feel like I wont’ do it justice and then I wont’ write about it at all.

I think I’ll save the majority of my new years entry for when I get the pics from Kim. I have a few from my phone, but i want the others too.

just let me make note that being the short fat chick in the group makes my motivation to get skinny and cute really high. i am NOT happy with my body and it was just reaffirmed my desire to lose this freakin weight. it doesn’t do much for the ole self esteem when you know you’re only being noticed because you’re the only one there and the moment someone else comes along (especially good friends with skinny little bodies and long evil legs of doom) you’re forgotten and blah.

i felt like an evil mutant hersheys kiss.

jsut short and fat and like a big [PLOP]. and i didn’t have a silver wrapper with a little tab to make me enticing either! MUTANT!

being a plop is not fun.

on another note, i’m a little distressed.

i tried to call my step mother a little while ago to get some info about my dads surgery tomorrow. i wanted to see if she could keep me updated and if there was anything i could do for the family. well, i called home and my brother said they left at 7:30 this morning. now they could have just gone to get settled into the apartment they are letting them stay in. my dad may have had a dr’s appointment. something. but he couldn’t tell me if there was any reason to be concerned, so that just makes me create reasons to be concerned.

The last time I saw him he was mumbling about having to wear two nitro glicerine patches to make it through the day and just ugh. i don’t like it. i just don’t.

he’ll be fine.

but will he?

he’s my daddy and i love him.

*sigh*

lets be more random.

i want to consolidate my debt. american express has been after me like loons to do it. so if they’ll give me a credit line big enough, i’ll be very happy. i need like 8 grand. blah. stupid debt.

i hate boys so much right now. i hate them. they are so mean to me.

i hate sniffing. but if i start blowing my nose, it takes me like 10 minutes to finish. because it would seem i have the never ending well of snot in my body.

that’s so sexy.

mmmmm. sexy snotty mama.

i’m gross.

could ya tell?

god i want a boy.

even though i hate them.

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