dear my hands stink again diary,
for what it is worth, my pants have been up all night. i did a load of dishes- thought about eating again- skipped that. believe me, the last thing i need to be doing is eating. i thought about how good some homemade fajitas would be though and they were the best ever. my kids can make me do anything. even
for what it is worth, my pants have been up all night. i did a load of dishes- thought about eating again- skipped that. believe me, the last thing i need to be doing is eating. i thought about how good some homemade fajitas would be though and they were the best ever. my kids can make me do anything. even
make fajitas at midnight. fuckin steak, onions, sour cream, salsa, omg, ima pig. i am so full it is wrong on seven levels. all we've done is eat today. i swear. the chicken boobs i marinated in italian dressing were so good, then the huge sirloin burgers two hours later, then the hot dogs on the fire after that, then the fajitas. oh my. there is no way we ate that much today, but we did. if i ate that way everyday i would weigh 619 pounds in a year- maybe two. i dunno how long it would take to pile on 475 pounds, but it sure wouldn't happen overnight. i saw this one lady today, who is younger than i, (hee hee hee) and eight years ago this bitch was smokin hot. SUPER MODEL HOT. 
she was skinny and had a super sweet ass, hot boyfriends, and lived the fast paced single newly divorced lifestyle. she looked good, she really did. i didn't think her daughter was good enough for MY son, and still don't, and now i REALLY DON'T. it makes me feel great. tony the tiger greeaaat- knowing i wear all of the same clothes i've worn for the last 20 years. sure, ive got some new clothes along the way, but i still kept all my old shit. i betcha=====> she didn't.
