A day of letters
Feb. 4th, 2010 01:13 pmDear bathroom scales,
Quit swinging the wrong way. You're meant to be going down, not up, you fickle bastards. Doubly so since I finally got into my current pair of target jeans this morning. OK, they're a little tight, but they do up and they're wearable so nyeeeeeah *makes obscene gestures at an innanimate object*
Dear pizza,
I absolutely, definitely should not have eaten you for lunch. I really, definitely, positively shouldn't, and I know I will regret it in about... oh... three hours I'm guessing. But you came to me and you tasted so good and I haven't eaten you in over eight months and I am so sick of having to remind people I can't eat cheese all the fucking time and I am a weak, weak, cheese-lovin' woman...
But I'm taking heart in the fact that you were a very cheap pizza and would have contained at least a fair percentage of non-cheese substitute as a bulking agent so hopefully you won't be too cruel to me. I hope.
Dear weather,
Stop fucking raining. That is all.
Quit swinging the wrong way. You're meant to be going down, not up, you fickle bastards. Doubly so since I finally got into my current pair of target jeans this morning. OK, they're a little tight, but they do up and they're wearable so nyeeeeeah *makes obscene gestures at an innanimate object*
Dear pizza,
I absolutely, definitely should not have eaten you for lunch. I really, definitely, positively shouldn't, and I know I will regret it in about... oh... three hours I'm guessing. But you came to me and you tasted so good and I haven't eaten you in over eight months and I am so sick of having to remind people I can't eat cheese all the fucking time and I am a weak, weak, cheese-lovin' woman...
But I'm taking heart in the fact that you were a very cheap pizza and would have contained at least a fair percentage of non-cheese substitute as a bulking agent so hopefully you won't be too cruel to me. I hope.
Dear weather,
Stop fucking raining. That is all.