I went to the gym this morning and I’m in an amazingly good mood, all chipper and happy, despite officially being a lardass. Tomorrow I’m going to go on a 3 day system purge and eat fruit and drink juice and water for three days (or alternately for as long as I can stand it, but not more than three days) and then I’m going to really truly start watching what I eat, because I am tired of having a fat little convex tummy and I want a sleek little concave tummy and a whole hell of a lot less hip than I’ve got.
Ted is threatening to get his hair frosted. I think that’d be all sexy. :)
I got the Five For Fighting CD today. Listening to it now; it’s purdy good. Hey, where’s the Ricky Martin CD? I’m gonna make myself a workout CD as soon as I figure out how. But I have to go upstairs and find the Ricky CD. I already have an embarrassing mix including the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears, so might as well make it complete. (Like I’m kidding anybody. I freely admit to liking pop music.) Also, Chantico (who has been VERY good) is upstairs alone and that makes me nervous. And plenty of Meat Loaf/Jim Steinman on the CD, too, of course. What stream of consciousness? bbiab.