Barbaro,
May you have many sugar cubes to eat and mares to mount in horsey heaven.
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Love, Fluffy
30.1.07
25.1.07
Seriously, he had no pants.
Dear Diary,
They say change is afoot. And if that is true, then it is a size six and a half. Because that's my size. And everything is changing. People are moving, people are pregnant, it is snowing, there is a man outside of 7-11 with his pants down, people are on raw-food diets, Hare Krishnas are bringing plants into my house-- it's crazy here in City B.
For my part, I'm going to start trying to sleep on my back rather than on my side. I am also going to start wearing more brown...
That's about all the change I can handle.
Love, Fluffy
They say change is afoot. And if that is true, then it is a size six and a half. Because that's my size. And everything is changing. People are moving, people are pregnant, it is snowing, there is a man outside of 7-11 with his pants down, people are on raw-food diets, Hare Krishnas are bringing plants into my house-- it's crazy here in City B.
For my part, I'm going to start trying to sleep on my back rather than on my side. I am also going to start wearing more brown...
That's about all the change I can handle.
Love, Fluffy
22.1.07
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama
Dear Diary,
Let me first say that the BHE has earned the husband of the year award. This year's category was "Entertaining wife's wacko high school boyfriend without laughing at him".
Let's just say that my boyfriend in high school was, and still is, somewhat of a free spirit and that his visit involved some... chanting. Long story short, I am the proud owner of 2 CDs of vedic chanting and 1 copy of the Bhagavad Gita. Get enlightened!
In other news, this weekend we also babysat for friend J's baby. Sure, whe was all smiles and coos while mom and dad were still there. But once they left, she took one look at me and screamed her head off for the next 2 hours. This has of course led me to believe that I have no baby skills, that all babies hate me, and that I cannot, and should not, have one of my own. The BHE says that if I had my own baby it would probably like me better. But how can I be sure? You just don't know.
Krishna Krishna,
Fluffy
Let me first say that the BHE has earned the husband of the year award. This year's category was "Entertaining wife's wacko high school boyfriend without laughing at him".
Let's just say that my boyfriend in high school was, and still is, somewhat of a free spirit and that his visit involved some... chanting. Long story short, I am the proud owner of 2 CDs of vedic chanting and 1 copy of the Bhagavad Gita. Get enlightened!
In other news, this weekend we also babysat for friend J's baby. Sure, whe was all smiles and coos while mom and dad were still there. But once they left, she took one look at me and screamed her head off for the next 2 hours. This has of course led me to believe that I have no baby skills, that all babies hate me, and that I cannot, and should not, have one of my own. The BHE says that if I had my own baby it would probably like me better. But how can I be sure? You just don't know.
Krishna Krishna,
Fluffy
17.1.07
Attention!
Dear Diary,
It has recently come to my attention that my 10-year-old niece, Niece A, has been reading my diary. (You know who you are, sweetie dahling.) So this poem is for her.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Auntie Fluffy doesn't really hate fat people
And neither should you
Love, Fluffy
It has recently come to my attention that my 10-year-old niece, Niece A, has been reading my diary. (You know who you are, sweetie dahling.) So this poem is for her.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Auntie Fluffy doesn't really hate fat people
And neither should you
Love, Fluffy
9.1.07
Sevmo Love
Dear Diary,
So the guy at 7-11 totally loves me. When I walk in there, he lights up like a drunk at an open bar. He always tells me which coffee pot is the freshest. He always offers me that stupid coffee card, and sometimes he'll stamp it twice even though I only bought one cup. Though his grasp of the English language is tenuous at best, he always tries to start conversation (usually by pointing at something and nodding). He's just so sweet, I guess I'll have to let him down easy. Perhaps something like, "I could never love you; you work at 7-11." Hopefully this won't affect our professional relationship. I need that coffee.
In other news, I'm going to start recording what I eat every day. I think this might help me discover just how unhealthy and bizarre my diet is. It will also help me obsess more about my weight! Yay. Starting with yesterday:
3 cups of coffee
1 pint of water with orange Crystal Lite dumped in
leftover penne (that I ate with my hands, because I had no fork)
1/2 of a chicken cheesesteak
2 glasses of red wine (OK, maybe 3)
1 vitamin B12
Love, Fluffy
So the guy at 7-11 totally loves me. When I walk in there, he lights up like a drunk at an open bar. He always tells me which coffee pot is the freshest. He always offers me that stupid coffee card, and sometimes he'll stamp it twice even though I only bought one cup. Though his grasp of the English language is tenuous at best, he always tries to start conversation (usually by pointing at something and nodding). He's just so sweet, I guess I'll have to let him down easy. Perhaps something like, "I could never love you; you work at 7-11." Hopefully this won't affect our professional relationship. I need that coffee.
In other news, I'm going to start recording what I eat every day. I think this might help me discover just how unhealthy and bizarre my diet is. It will also help me obsess more about my weight! Yay. Starting with yesterday:
3 cups of coffee
1 pint of water with orange Crystal Lite dumped in
leftover penne (that I ate with my hands, because I had no fork)
1/2 of a chicken cheesesteak
2 glasses of red wine (OK, maybe 3)
1 vitamin B12
Love, Fluffy
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