March 15, 2002 :: 12:25 p.m.
you in the traffic for all eternity
Heh. Instant Pleasure (by my darling Rufus) amuses me. The first few lines are as follows:
I don't want somebody to love me
just give me sex whenever I want it
'cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
instant pleasure, instant pleasure
It makes me want to dance around and shake my butt, too. Woo!
So I've decided to give this diet thing another go. Yeah, another one. This'll be, what, attempt #388? Something like that. I never manage to stick to it for more than a week or so. I'm weak-willed, I've got generous friends who buy me fried yumminess, and I live in a house filled with junk food. None of this is conducive to losing my fatness, you see, and so thus far I have not. And it sucks. So I'm going to try my best. Again. We'll see how that goes.
Joe and I went to Pier One yesterday. You know, to lust over things that neither of us can afford. It was fun. You can buy decorative fruit, which is basically a box of plastic cherries. Enticing, no? You could hang them from the ceiling or something.
Blah. Must go call Borders and inquire about things.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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