The Art of Fabulous

Ever sit back and laugh at your own times?

Wow.

Fucking Bloom is fucking Bloom. Times are very chill now that life is fabulous again. I had today:

1. First taste of W. - fries and a chicken sandwich with about a gallon of Diet Coke
2. 1 Rather large raspberry cupcake
3. 1 Bottle of Diet Coke
4. 3 Chicken fingers
5. 3 Handfuls of Assorted Jelly Belly Beans
6. 1 Serving of Green Beans
7. 26 Tater Tots

All of this adds up to:

17 times I obsessed about my thighs actually welling up before my eyes
45 extra pounds on my body
7 clogged artery scares (8 imagined, of course)

...and this in turn adds up to:

45 minutes I will spend on my StairMaster this evening!

Am obessing at Fir with things I cannot have. Had rather graphic fantasy involving a scene from Vanity Fair and a few QG's.

Am also, in turn, contemplating how to rid myself of and simultaneously become Tennille. Rock and all, please. It is so typical her, husband. The man looks liek Prince Charles and she's got money like the Queen.

And then there's me.

I once read that there were stars out during the day; that you just can't see them next to the sun. Tennille is the sun.

(And guess where I am in this sky?)

Argh.

Am newly enthralled by Mark at work. He's amazing.

Am enjoying my spot of happiness in this rainy night.

"We're getting jacked on cheap champagne, just let the good times all roll out."

- Scissor Sisters

Loves it. LOVES it!