2004-09-14 - 11:23 a.m.
fatty prevention
Tonight is WI. I think it’ll be fine, but I just know I’m going to be like .1 pound away from my 50-pound star. I’d get on that scale naked if I could, but there’s no reason to make everyone at the center blind on my account. We’ll see, though. It seems like I got my 25-pound magnet in 1825.
Being a vegetarian is hard (though I eat fish). It has definitely helped me out more than once, though. Somehow being unable to eat certain things really curbs possible screw-ups. For instance, I was in the car with my mom last week, and we were picking up my stepfather. Once we got him, she asked us if we wanted to stop and get something at Burger King (thanks mom – what the fuck). I remembered I couldn’t eat a burger and felt totally relieved. Now why couldn’t I have just refused, meat-eater or not? I don’t know. I’m retarded.
The weird thing about this is I always hated the damn hippies at my school protesting at the dining halls on veal parmigiana night. For me, it’s not so much that I want to save little animals. I liked eating flesh. I just think it’s a good idea for me to make some dietary changes. Do I really need hamburgers and pork chops? As long as I can still have lobster and shrimp, I’m okay. Lean cuisine really needs to come up with more than just “baked fish” though. Every fucking meal they make is beef or chicken. I’m still a lazy bastard, vegetarian or not.
I decided to sell my old clothes on ebay. I have a truckload of shit that doesn’t fit me anymore, and I want to get rid of it. Plus if I make some loot back, I can possibly buy myself a few things that actually fit. I was browsing around on ebay at the plus size stuff, just to see what other people were selling. Fucking yuck. All drab floral patterns and grandma shit. Maybe someone with some damn style will appreciate my auctions.
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