
new rock of love pants. more comfortable than the other ones, fit better like fat pants ha and no camel toe action. thanks for the gift card dad.

came with a goofy belt.

think they’ll go better broken in a little, washed, and not with this midriff sweater.



couldn’t think of a better name, seriously?


hilarious. wanting to build a cake now just to top it off with these bastards.

i am going to do this to broszkowski some day.

i would be severely pissed off if someone turned up with one of these and i was already half in the bag to stupid town and what oh look now a puzzle! perfect! i’m great at puzzles when cocked just let me get a hammer brb.

i wish these wedges weren’t so heavy.

then i could be arrogant in public and not just on my blog.

BLAM!

ugh gross, unrelated, my brother showed us all pics of his gf’s tits last nite on his phone. i was like how would you feel if dave showed everyone at work pictures of me like that? then he realised the inappropriate nature of the situation. my family has issues with boundaries big time. the irony does not escape me either no, don’t worry.

shh quiet, a gay blogger is creatin’.

these pants have now become dump in the ass jeans within an hour or so of wear after washing. so annoying.

i think my hair is becoming less brassy. thanks john freida.

thought i was ready to consume my beloved garbage again, not so. two nites ago i was up late again reading until my eyeballs dried up trying to beat out nausea. i think i may have an ulcer or when i was retching i tore something because i did taste blood and see blood. if i continue the rest of this paragraph will just be way TMI so anyway plantains are one of my many guilt craving pleasures and those green sour O’s sometimes too. well they were until two nites ago happened.

needing to get back on the wii fit track. tonite’s the nite.

i’m basically as thin as i was when i was 21, have been for awhile but cos i’m older i don’t feel like it’s the same type of thin, i’m not as happy by it or it’s not enough. people with body issues are irritating, i know i know. i’m trying to get over it as i finally see the fruitlessness of it all. no one wants to hear it aside from other sick people. i put myself through yo yo eating restrictions because i think it’s necessary for me personally to achieve more or be called upon for some sort of duty as a skinny person. such a warped mentality. if they wanted me, then they’d want me no matter what size i am right. a raymi is a raymi no matter what. ugh sorry it’s been stressful times and i don’t know if coffee can fix it anymore.

anyone riding post holiday blues a little bit?

ok i’ll lighten up on the hip bones stance (no i won’t).


crafty ghetto girl.

these are some of my friends.


lookin’ tired and pinched. any tried tested and true under eye bag tricks you got?

how to not be sexy.


i made videos of blow-drying my hair, dancing and singing. i’ll have to review and see how humiliating they are before they hit the wire.

have a good one back to non-work work now.





