July 2009
1 post
So... I know I've been gone a while
I’ve been apartment hunting in Brooklyn/Manhattan.
I live in a small, yet usually busy city in southern Louisiana. Yep. Louisiana. Talk about a culture shock, going from Louisiana to New York City. I know, I’ve thought a lot about it. And I’ve read many articles about how hard it is to make it
But, I think I’m ready.
Besides… the last time I visited Manhattan, I...
June 2009
16 posts
I'm back
and I had a blast, but I was thinking…
If I threw out everything I have that I think makes me look good, would that push me to make the unflattering things I own flattering by altering my body?
I don’t know.
Just an idea
I leaving for the beach in 2 days
and I’m not exactly happy with myself. I planned on losing way more for this trip. Then again, I always plan on losing more and more. But I won’t justify it.
Anyway, I’m sure I won’t eat anything while I’m there. Why spend money on something that will only make me feel shitty about myself when I could spend it on clothes or souvenirs? I wouln’t. =]
I am so...
Of course he is falling in love again
it’s what people do.
we were only engaged, we never made the leap.
and no, I wasn’t happy, but who the fuck is?
I hate you.
You and katie.
fuck you both.
I just ate my last meal for the next 72+ hours
72 hours is bare minimum.
June 11th:
Work until 7pm
Pay car note?
Return redbox movie
Start brainstorming suitcase project.
Drink lots of water.
Hobby Lobby?
If time, ride bicycle.
Get sleep
Save money/Make budget
Clean room
Make a bracelet
Wish me luck.
“There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty.
That precisely is what...”
– John Kenneth Galbraith
I knew I shouldn't drink...
But I did. And the same thing that always happens, happened.
Alcohol is never a good idea when you’re trying to achieve something so intertwined with your self control. I woke up this morning with a hangover and an empty taco bell bag between my friend and I’s head. Fantastic.
My trip is 2 weeks away. I refuse to let myself get anything but thinner until then.
I’m so very...
I never understood
The people who “suffer” from my so called disease. Why is it suffering? Why is it a disease? Sure, I’m never satisfied with my weight, but that only means I know I can do better. I believe in myself everyday, and I honor my body religiously. I want to float… and I won’t stop until I am caught up in the atmosphere. What’s wrong with that?
I do, however, find it...
Yet again
Another blog, to try and mask the person I truly am. How long can I go this time before someone catches on. There’s no telling, But I figure I might as well do it big, rather than the bare minimum out of fear of getting caught again.
Really, what’s wrong with wanting to be beautiful? I don’t mean beautiful by anyone elses standard. I’m talking about mine. My image of...