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Pissed off girly brainless entry
Mar. 30th, 2005 09:17 amThat's it. I'll quit eating until Friday!
No more food for you body. You let me down over and over again, and I won't take it anymore.
Carrots, you'll have carrots to chew and that's all. And don't you dare to whinny at Jim or Lance or Erin at the research desk when you pass by.
I hate you body...you know that? Just as much as I love you. Today I thought you looked ok...kinda snug and comfortable..but then the scales told me that I still have to lose 10 lbs until bathing suit season. 10 lbs!!!
I might as well take a weekend trip to Cassiopeia..vroom vroom, yeah right.
I'm gonna start a research club of my own, with the sole intention to spy on all the scrawny, fowl legged, model-like, single chinned, tight assed girls who walk by on their stick legs using their gorgeous lollipop heads to chew snickers, candy bars, eat pizza slices and ice cream. WHERE DOES IT ALL GO???
Are they aliens infiltrating our planet, giving the men what they want..so the human race will eventually die out?
Maybe that's not a bad thing; men fornicating with alien supermodels who eat pizza and candy. Maybe the rest of us should just give up and go plump and breed dogs and cats and stop sweating at the gym. Why bother eh?
Oh I bother though, I bother enough to post brain dead entries about it. Sorry, I really am worried about the state of the world as well, and I really do read intelligent books and articles once in a while...I guess that information just don't stay with me for long, like the calories on the alien-girls.
Seriously...people fast. I can do it. I can I can I can. But...If any of you lj friends have any tips of food..that I can eat a lot of (please, not sallad!)..that stays in my stomach like a comforting pillow for a healthy amount of the day, so that I'm not dizzy and nauseous on the bus home, I'll kiss your feet and call you a guru.
C'mon..it's easy to be a guru in the western world today.
Make my day.
If not...I only have carrots to rely on.
No more food for you body. You let me down over and over again, and I won't take it anymore.
Carrots, you'll have carrots to chew and that's all. And don't you dare to whinny at Jim or Lance or Erin at the research desk when you pass by.
I hate you body...you know that? Just as much as I love you. Today I thought you looked ok...kinda snug and comfortable..but then the scales told me that I still have to lose 10 lbs until bathing suit season. 10 lbs!!!
I might as well take a weekend trip to Cassiopeia..vroom vroom, yeah right.
I'm gonna start a research club of my own, with the sole intention to spy on all the scrawny, fowl legged, model-like, single chinned, tight assed girls who walk by on their stick legs using their gorgeous lollipop heads to chew snickers, candy bars, eat pizza slices and ice cream. WHERE DOES IT ALL GO???
Are they aliens infiltrating our planet, giving the men what they want..so the human race will eventually die out?
Maybe that's not a bad thing; men fornicating with alien supermodels who eat pizza and candy. Maybe the rest of us should just give up and go plump and breed dogs and cats and stop sweating at the gym. Why bother eh?
Oh I bother though, I bother enough to post brain dead entries about it. Sorry, I really am worried about the state of the world as well, and I really do read intelligent books and articles once in a while...I guess that information just don't stay with me for long, like the calories on the alien-girls.
Seriously...people fast. I can do it. I can I can I can. But...If any of you lj friends have any tips of food..that I can eat a lot of (please, not sallad!)..that stays in my stomach like a comforting pillow for a healthy amount of the day, so that I'm not dizzy and nauseous on the bus home, I'll kiss your feet and call you a guru.
C'mon..it's easy to be a guru in the western world today.
Make my day.
If not...I only have carrots to rely on.
