2004-03-08

I was looking through my photo album from school and trying to find a picture of me when i wasn't fat. I couldn't.

That was kind of depressing and started me to thinking, wondering when i decided in my life that I needed this protective coating of lard in order to cope with stuff. I guess i'll need to read a few more Dr Phil books before I find out exactly, but I can tell you for sure that today was the day when i decided I didn't need it anymore.

No more diets and excuses and fucking around. I'm sick of getting puffed and never being able to buy off the rack. I went shopping at the house de Target yesterday, and found two sweaters and a thermal shirt that fit. Everything else looked like a protective coating on a grossly distorted sea-creature. I never thought that those little sweets and treats would lead to me looking like a science experiment in denim.

On a high note I had a really good time at impro last night and I think I have found the secret to happiness.

But i can't tell you cause then i would have to kill you. I can only say it involves letting go.

And om mani padme hum to you too

bitch - moan