I’m feelin fiesty!

Hello 10 Days Till Vegas.

I love you. *smooooch*

Look how fast Dexter is moving! Zippo zoooom!

It’ll be single digits soon!

Yes yes, so excited about Vegas I can’t stand it. I was looking online for some cute outfits but everything looks "good" on a damn model or a mannequin. So Baboo and I must go shopping!

I have a Kohl’s gift card that I never used, so we might go there. They have some really nice sales at times. I just don’t know where one is out here. Ha ha! We will have to bring like 2 outfits for every day. Daytime and nighttime. Cept Sunday, we only need one outfit.

I already have in mind what I’m wearing on my birthday (though I might get a new shirt to match the one Baboo is gonna wear for the dinner) and yeah.

I also found some super cute and cheap luggage on Wal Mart.com. So I’ll probably order that tomorrow and pick it up from the store.

so wheee!

I’m trying to not spend so much money pre-trip. I have obligations to think about… like brakes for my car and paying stuff off my damn debt and blah blah blah.

I might try to get a car payment deferred. hahahah. EVIL right?

They hate me right now, so they ‘ll probably say no, but I’m gonna try!

annnnnnyyyyywaaaaaaay….

*SIGH*

I’m in a super bitch mode.

I blame my period, which should start in the next few days.

I’m just hating on all sorts of things and I’m super sensitive to EVERYTHING.

Last night, for some reason Baboo thought it would be funny to send me a picture of a pregnant belly with a baby foot sticking up through it, like you could see the outline of the foot. I love that picture.

BUT WHY WOULD HE SEND ME SUCH A THING WHEN HE KNOWS I HAVE THE BABY FEVAH!!!!????!!!!

Anyway, he then went on to comment about my fertility and crap and I just wanted to reach through my computer and punch his face.

WHATEVER.

Argh!

So I went to the gym last night, I did 20 minutes on the eliptical (200 calories! whee!) and 15 (90 cals… mehhhh) on the bike. I felt good after, but my butt was SWEATING LIKE A MOFO.

Damn you buttocks! I felt like I had pee’d myself. EW!!!!

My butt has gotten noticeably smaller… but more lifted and firm so i’m not complaining. I doubt there is any way to lose it completely. I was given ample buttage to work with.

What needs to go is my damn stomach.

But it loves me. It won’t let go!

I’m pissed off cuz I succombed to the demon of weighing myself last night…

AND I HAVEN’T LOST A FRACTION OF A POUND.

It said I gained .3 of a pound.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I hate my scale. I want to throw it. Through a window. Into high moving traffic. In front of a giant truck. Which will crush it. And then pieces will fly into a fire nearby. And melt. And more will fly into a toilet. And go into the sewer. And more pieces will get chewed on by an ogre. And more pieces will simply be obliterated by a laser beam!!!!!!

No way I haven’t lost ANYTHING in all this damn it to hell time.

It’s so awful.

I need to buy a measuring tape so I can take measurements… but it still won’t make me feel happy.

My BMI still says I’m a damn whale.

*sob*

ugh.

So my supervisor is still gone. I thought she was coming back today. ugh!

So I’m still on "I’m the boss!" duty. Blah.

I wish I WAS the boss, making the BOSS money and shiz.

but I’m not.

WHATEV!!!!

er!!!!

Lets talk about something fun! I will post my Vegas Itenerary later this week. I haven’t finished my research. I made my other reservations for the brazilian restaurant. I’m excited to go there! It sounds so good and like I’ll eat till I pop! Yay for popping!

I should go do work.

blah blah blah smah!

work smerk!

I want to like, get into a fight and beat someone up. What is wrong with me?

I’m so destructive.

I hate hormones!

*flee*