I'm kind of antsy today, so I'm feeling rant-y.
Here it goes:
Weight Gain
I'm super pissed off that I have gained weight. I blame it on living in Brooklyn. See below equation:
Blame it on Brooklyn Weight Gain Equation
Brooklyn = More Subway, Less Walking.
Less Walking = Weight Gain.
I was so HAPPY and PROUD and SMUG when I lost weight after I moved here. Now, I feel miserable about gaining some/most of it back. This is not a great 30th birthday present to myself.
Boys and Phone Numbers
In 2 months, I have had 3 guys get my phone number and not call. I am most upset about the not calling because these boys allowed me to HOPE. Each time one of you m-therf-ckers got my phone number, I got to fantasize for 5 minutes. Five glorious minutes fantasizing that maybe I won't die alone, maybe I will actually get married, maybe I would have someone to share my 30th birthday with, maybe I might find that person who is really worth loving with your whole heart.
Also - this makes me feel like I did something wrong. I know I didn't but it feels that way. It is hard to do something wrong when there hasn't been any interaction. Yet, why did you change your mind?
At the end of the day - it's fine. It really is. This is not the end of my world.
Pasty and Tired
Is how I look all the time these days.
And I'm sick of it. I look like sh-t. It takes 2 pounds of make up to make me look "tired" instead of totally hellish. Working 2 jobs and 6 days a week will do that to a girl.
The conversation I've had multiple times in the past month:
Concerned Friend: "You look really tired."
Me: "That's because I am. I look like hell."
I feel much better now.
Here it goes:
Weight Gain
I'm super pissed off that I have gained weight. I blame it on living in Brooklyn. See below equation:
Blame it on Brooklyn Weight Gain Equation
Brooklyn = More Subway, Less Walking.
Less Walking = Weight Gain.
I was so HAPPY and PROUD and SMUG when I lost weight after I moved here. Now, I feel miserable about gaining some/most of it back. This is not a great 30th birthday present to myself.
Boys and Phone Numbers
In 2 months, I have had 3 guys get my phone number and not call. I am most upset about the not calling because these boys allowed me to HOPE. Each time one of you m-therf-ckers got my phone number, I got to fantasize for 5 minutes. Five glorious minutes fantasizing that maybe I won't die alone, maybe I will actually get married, maybe I would have someone to share my 30th birthday with, maybe I might find that person who is really worth loving with your whole heart.
Also - this makes me feel like I did something wrong. I know I didn't but it feels that way. It is hard to do something wrong when there hasn't been any interaction. Yet, why did you change your mind?
At the end of the day - it's fine. It really is. This is not the end of my world.
Pasty and Tired
Is how I look all the time these days.
And I'm sick of it. I look like sh-t. It takes 2 pounds of make up to make me look "tired" instead of totally hellish. Working 2 jobs and 6 days a week will do that to a girl.
The conversation I've had multiple times in the past month:
Concerned Friend: "You look really tired."
Me: "That's because I am. I look like hell."
I feel much better now.
