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navigation pounds lost: 6.8 contact Last 5 rings
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2005-01-13 - 8:08 p.m. I am once again reminded why, even though I love it, I hate Friends. Why do they insist on doing the cracking on fat people thing? That show should be above that, dammit. I realize the show is over, but every time I see one of those "Fat Monica" episodes, I want to lift my sword off the wall and catch a red eye to California. How in the fuck did they think this would not be completely offensive? Kit Kats in her pocket? Clumsier than President Bush trying to answer a question about anything? Fuckers. It does provide an extra bit of motivation, unfortunately it's the kick in the ass kind. I did well today. I had lots of veggies with my dinner. You know, once you train your brain to forget what french fries taste like, vegetables don't make you want to gag. Improvement is good. I called the gym closest to my house today. I didn't want to, because it's one of those testosterone-thong-bodysuit gyms, but I'm desperate to work out. I actually miss sweating. Anyway, the guy on the phone said "We don't give rates out over the phone." Translation: "We want you to come down here so we can harass and intimidate you into signing a ten year contract." I think I'll have to bring my sister with me when I go. She has a knack for doing the bitch thing. |
