you know, it just might be wrong to have such a fun weekend. like, all the fun in the world crammed in to 2 days could be too much to handle. but, all in all, it was awesome (despite ending up going home with a dolphin face & losing a favorite earring). totally awesome and not at all sober. that is, i believe, my preferred way to spend the weekend. and i got to shoot things. and i played kickball. and it was fun.
best part was, i got to see a lot of friends i haven’t seen in a while and had so much fun. even though i now have a special hatred for somerville deep within my heart, it was still fun. and more importantly: we found porn. and should i ever have to drive in somerville again i’m fairly certain it’s going to end up with porn. which is, really, probably the only reason to ever go to the ‘ville in the first place. well, that and tasty yummy mexicanese food at tu y yo.
which, speaking of tasty yummy food…as with all good things must come to an end. just like my weekend of awesome fun & festivities has given way to the reality of work & responsibility, there must also be an end to an abundance of tasty yummy food…which i’ll get to in a minute…
work is back into full-swing and i’m in charge of all sorts of crap right now. plus running around like crazy because mr. ceo is in the office today. and he really is a sweet dude, but also a bit crazy. or rather…volatile. but not in a bad way, if that makes sense. he’s kind of like a puppy made out of firecrackers. which sounds, really awesome now that i think about it.
of course, i’m feeling icky today. icky icky icky. and i am 100% certain it is because of the monumentally, exponential expansion of my ass. as in…HUGE. as in…i am disgusting, officially.
and it’s so fucking frustrating because i am really trying hard to be active, and not eat garbage all the time (triscuits are not garbage, btw). but shit, dude. it’s discouraging if i even so much as think about food and all of a sudden don’t fit into anything anymore. so there’s boxing and trying to squeeze in as much gym time as possible and trying to save money by cooking at home or whatever and fuck…
nothing is working.
which only means that a.) it’s my fault and b.) i’m not trying hard enough. and also, ew ew ew. this is so not fun.
i don’t think the stress is helping any either, but that’s not a good excuse, really. in fact, it’s a lousy excuse for being bigger than most third world countires. bleh.
