mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Playboy bunnies and missed puppy dogs I am such a dork. I'm watching Jerry Maguire for the 400th time and it made me cry a little. Like I don't know what happens already or something. I need to call my dad's girlfriend today. Not the Playboy Bunny, the other one. Yah, my dad's a player. I have to ask her if I can come to her casino/hotel in Nevada in October for free. "Hi, I know my dad is cheating on you and everything, but can me and my boyfriend have the same deal we had last year, free food and free phone calls, with a free room that has a jacuzzi in it so we can do naughty stuff in it at all times of the day?" Yes, I am looking forward to that. I am working out with a personal trainer tommorow. At fucking 8:30 AM. This scares me. But there really isn't any other time I can do it tommorow, so there you go. He told me today that I needed to start lifting weights first instead of after I do cardio, cuz that builds muscle and burns fat. But I'm sure you already knew that. I feel myself growing dependent on BB again. I go through stages like that sometimes. Where I sit online and wait for him to talk to me and when I wait for him to compliment me because I feel like shit and need his reassurance. But since that's not really what our relationship is built on, me feeling like shit and him reassuring me all the time, I usually get over it eventually. We work better when we're both independent yet together, too. I should shut up because I've talked about how much this has bothered me in the past. I hate talking about our relationship because I usually end up making myself sound like a hypocrit. Bah! I miss my puppy dog. Oooh, it's football season now! Slap my dick and call me horny. It's especially fun this year because the Cowboys are supposed to suck this year and everyone acts like this season is already over, even before it has started. Go Raiders, is what I say. I'm now going to get a footlong Turkey sub at Subway. Aren't you glad I tell you about my eating habits? Tommorow I'm going to start writing down everything I eat, because it's time to lose weight, damnit, and if I see all the crap I'm eating (yesterday I had a piece of pizza, a McDonalds Steak, Egg, and Cheese Bagel, Taco Cabana, and 2 Krispy Kream donuts. It just sounds horrifying when I write it down like this.) then maybe I'll stop eating like a pig. Good times! 1:47 p.m. - September 09, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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