“do not touch” stickers piss me off

 Last night was weird.

We had egg rolls and chicken fried rice for dinner.

And it was goooooood.

Baboo went to bed at 7 and I stayed up trying to watch stuff on my dvr.

It was boring and I was bored.

I’m bored right now.

*melts into boredom pool*

blaaaaah.

So I’ve been slowly adjusting the foods that I eat and I can sorta tell it’s making a difference because my pants fit just a smidge better this week than last. Of course, last week I was retaining water like a giant bloaty bloat whale, but I’ll take it wherever it comes.

I’m only weighing myself on Fridays… so we’ll see if any progress is made.

stupid progress not being made.

I just sorta hate today.

I should come back later.

I feel snarky and mad.

I think it’s because I have money and I can’t spend it on ANYTHING I WANT.

this makes me mad.

really really mad.

stupid money.

in my bank account.

with "do not touch" stickers on it.

But on a good note, I got an epiphany about my zombie story.

I worked on BBD yesterday.

I need to find a manager to pimp my novels.

i’m drinkin tea.