It's Day 6.
It's unbelievable how the minute you can't have something, it becomes your heart's desire.
Last night I dreamt I ate some pancakes, and I woke up in a semi-panic cuz I thought I cheated! My dad said that people on diets become obsessed with food.
I can see his point.
Weekends will be a real challenge for me, since I'll be spending more time inside my house which is also the home of:
1. A shitload of fattening foods and,
2. My father (who thinks fat women should be assassinated) and my brother (who inherited my father's "skinny" genes).
As you can imagine, those components are about as helpful to me as a brick to the head.
C.O.T.
I'm not happy with the song my partner and I decided on, but I had to give in since none of the songs I picked were the right tempo.
Oh well, this'll give me a chance to hone my skills as an actress....y'know, see if I can bring suh'in special to the song.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Friday, November 07, 2003
I feel like huggin' somebody!
Okay, I've emerged from that cocoon of misery in which I was enveloped yesterday.
Ahhh, feels good to sing again!
I've made peace with the fact that I've only lost 2 lbs, I've accepted that my father is a jerk sometimes, and I've even convinced myself not to take THAT guy seriously, since he doesn't know what the hell he's talkin' about 75% of the time.
Plus, it’s FRIDAY! Hell yeah! My partner and I should be rendezvous-ing tonight, to try to pick out a suitable song to perform our rumba to, for an upcoming ball. That should be fun.
C.O.T.
It’s Day 5 of this diet, and I’m still riding high. Haven’t cheated at all, and tha’s an achievement in itself, lemmuh teyya! Today’s Beef /Chicken/Fish with Tomatoes Day.
Okay, I've emerged from that cocoon of misery in which I was enveloped yesterday.
Ahhh, feels good to sing again!
I've made peace with the fact that I've only lost 2 lbs, I've accepted that my father is a jerk sometimes, and I've even convinced myself not to take THAT guy seriously, since he doesn't know what the hell he's talkin' about 75% of the time.
Plus, it’s FRIDAY! Hell yeah! My partner and I should be rendezvous-ing tonight, to try to pick out a suitable song to perform our rumba to, for an upcoming ball. That should be fun.
C.O.T.
It’s Day 5 of this diet, and I’m still riding high. Haven’t cheated at all, and tha’s an achievement in itself, lemmuh teyya! Today’s Beef /Chicken/Fish with Tomatoes Day.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
I’m on to Day 4 of this diet. By now, I shoulda lost 5-7 lb according to the instructions. I have lost 2 lbs.
My soup supply is dwindling so I need to buy more cabbage and tomatoes.
I’m feeling discouraged and downtrodden.
C.O.T.
He did it again. He ALWAYS says the wrong thing to me. Can’t he tell when he’s about to say suh’in stupid or insulting, and just shut the fuck up instead?
C.O.T.
There’s no pleasing people. If you’re a bitch, they complain. If you express joy, or maybe just like to have a pleasant expression on your face, they call you an airhead. Well, if I’m happy, I’m gonna fuckin’ show it. “They” can suck out.
C.O.T.
Last night we performed at the NIFCA Finals. I think we did good too. There’s a chance we’ll make it to the Gala. Yay.
C.O.T.
Do I need my father’s approval for my actions? No. But it would it be nice for him to give me a compliment for once or be proud of something in which I was participating.
Shite.
My soup supply is dwindling so I need to buy more cabbage and tomatoes.
I’m feeling discouraged and downtrodden.
C.O.T.
He did it again. He ALWAYS says the wrong thing to me. Can’t he tell when he’s about to say suh’in stupid or insulting, and just shut the fuck up instead?
C.O.T.
There’s no pleasing people. If you’re a bitch, they complain. If you express joy, or maybe just like to have a pleasant expression on your face, they call you an airhead. Well, if I’m happy, I’m gonna fuckin’ show it. “They” can suck out.
C.O.T.
Last night we performed at the NIFCA Finals. I think we did good too. There’s a chance we’ll make it to the Gala. Yay.
C.O.T.
Do I need my father’s approval for my actions? No. But it would it be nice for him to give me a compliment for once or be proud of something in which I was participating.
Shite.
Monday, November 03, 2003
Y'know...maybe there IS suh'in to be said for foreign men.
Saturday night I got to hang out with 6 foine young men from Trinidad, Colombia, de U.S. , and Jamaica, and I dunno if it was just because they were from somewhere else or what, but I've become quite enthralled with these guys!
I never thought it was possible to develop a crush on a group instead of an individual!
One has exTREMEly kissable lips,
one has sexy teeth (you'd have to see 'em!) and locks,
another has a cool, charismatic personality, and can dance
Another seems admirably dedicated to his passion (football),
the next has the whole Asian thing goin' for 'im (I'm very interested in learning more about Asian men *grin*)
and de last one is just an all-round attractive guy, with deep dark eyes.
And of course, all had such different accents. It was a nice change of scene.
Thank you Lani, for my night out with the men!
C.O.T.
Today is Day 1 of this Fat-Burning 7-Day diet I’m on. My sustenance for the next 7 days will mostly be from this cabbage and tomato soup I made this morning.
I had it for breakfast and it wasn’t so bad, but I just finished a thermos full of the stuff for lunch and I dunno how I’m gonna make it through the week.
*Sigh* Right now I’m feeling so very, very, low.
Saturday night I got to hang out with 6 foine young men from Trinidad, Colombia, de U.S. , and Jamaica, and I dunno if it was just because they were from somewhere else or what, but I've become quite enthralled with these guys!
I never thought it was possible to develop a crush on a group instead of an individual!
One has exTREMEly kissable lips,
one has sexy teeth (you'd have to see 'em!) and locks,
another has a cool, charismatic personality, and can dance
Another seems admirably dedicated to his passion (football),
the next has the whole Asian thing goin' for 'im (I'm very interested in learning more about Asian men *grin*)
and de last one is just an all-round attractive guy, with deep dark eyes.
And of course, all had such different accents. It was a nice change of scene.
Thank you Lani, for my night out with the men!
C.O.T.
Today is Day 1 of this Fat-Burning 7-Day diet I’m on. My sustenance for the next 7 days will mostly be from this cabbage and tomato soup I made this morning.
I had it for breakfast and it wasn’t so bad, but I just finished a thermos full of the stuff for lunch and I dunno how I’m gonna make it through the week.
*Sigh* Right now I’m feeling so very, very, low.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Ahhh, today I have taken an important step in my journey to truly knowing Me. I just love these little revelations of self discovery! I rewarded myself by tryin' out a sub from Mamma Mia's.
Italian sausage with mozarella and sun-dried tomatoes. Bellisimo!
C.O.T.
You! Scandal and conflict is EVERYWHERE! Just when you think everything is smooth and glossy, you realise that's ONLY because you haven't been payin' attention!
And, as usual, this undercurrent has absolutely nothing to do with me, so I'm free to just amuse myself by observing the disguised drama.
See, I have a sneaking suspicion that she's cosying up to my ballroom partner for a reason...she wants to steal him away. I say let her cosy all she wants...he ain't goin' nowhere. Of that, I am sure.
This'll be fun!
Italian sausage with mozarella and sun-dried tomatoes. Bellisimo!
C.O.T.
You! Scandal and conflict is EVERYWHERE! Just when you think everything is smooth and glossy, you realise that's ONLY because you haven't been payin' attention!
And, as usual, this undercurrent has absolutely nothing to do with me, so I'm free to just amuse myself by observing the disguised drama.
See, I have a sneaking suspicion that she's cosying up to my ballroom partner for a reason...she wants to steal him away. I say let her cosy all she wants...he ain't goin' nowhere. Of that, I am sure.
This'll be fun!
Thursday, October 30, 2003
This blog is dedicated to that blockhead who COULDA had me years ago when I was younger and quite frankly, dumber.
You idiot! I was like a puppy back then! I woulda followed you anywhere and given you anything...well maybe not anything, but most of what you asked for, all to try to make you care about me!
And I was so stupid! I actually thought you DID care! I ignored the fact that you never called me and that you used me as your personal taxi service. And when I finally realised what a lowlife you were, you wouldn't even face me like a man! You avoided me like the plague! You frickin' RAN from me, you chickenshit!
And years later, you come waltzing back on to the scene (w'happen, she realise you ain' sayin' nuttin?) wanting forgiveness and yes, I forgave you when I really shoulda spit in your face! But to try to re-kindle that one-sided romance?? Please! I laugh at you now!
In the words of Gwen Stefani :
You want me badly...but you cannot have me!
You idiot! I was like a puppy back then! I woulda followed you anywhere and given you anything...well maybe not anything, but most of what you asked for, all to try to make you care about me!
And I was so stupid! I actually thought you DID care! I ignored the fact that you never called me and that you used me as your personal taxi service. And when I finally realised what a lowlife you were, you wouldn't even face me like a man! You avoided me like the plague! You frickin' RAN from me, you chickenshit!
And years later, you come waltzing back on to the scene (w'happen, she realise you ain' sayin' nuttin?) wanting forgiveness and yes, I forgave you when I really shoulda spit in your face! But to try to re-kindle that one-sided romance?? Please! I laugh at you now!
In the words of Gwen Stefani :
You want me badly...but you cannot have me!
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
It seems like all the men in my life are suffering from a case of extreme misery.
My grandfather…well, he’s your classic grouchy old man who never goes anywhere, so the only way he can make conversation is by complaining about any and everything, from his electricity bill to his coffee table which he found displaced 2 inches to the left of it’s normal position.
My father…he’s quickly turning into a grouchy old man himself. It shows especially when he’s trying to mold me into “Good Little Wife” material by coercing me to cook. Incidentally, I did some stewed chicken last night with no prompting from him, and um did taste REAL gud yuh! See? When I cook of my own free will, THA'S when you can taste the love in the food. :)
My brother…I dunno wha’s wrong with him, but he like he feel he’s my fadda. Playin’ he hollarin’ out my name and quarrellin’ wid me over stupidness. Sometimes I wish he’d spend more time asleep just so I can get some peace.
My ballroom partner…never before have I met a fella with such sudden mood swings. One minute he’s cool and kixy…the next he’s silent and sullen, and if I try to cheer him up he looks at me wid an expression that says “Why is this piece of human excrement talking to me?”
Or is it just me? Seems like I’m a common facter in their lives…could I be the one makin’ these men miserable?
Man, I doubt it! I think they all just need a good dose of anti-depressants!
My grandfather…well, he’s your classic grouchy old man who never goes anywhere, so the only way he can make conversation is by complaining about any and everything, from his electricity bill to his coffee table which he found displaced 2 inches to the left of it’s normal position.
My father…he’s quickly turning into a grouchy old man himself. It shows especially when he’s trying to mold me into “Good Little Wife” material by coercing me to cook. Incidentally, I did some stewed chicken last night with no prompting from him, and um did taste REAL gud yuh! See? When I cook of my own free will, THA'S when you can taste the love in the food. :)
My brother…I dunno wha’s wrong with him, but he like he feel he’s my fadda. Playin’ he hollarin’ out my name and quarrellin’ wid me over stupidness. Sometimes I wish he’d spend more time asleep just so I can get some peace.
My ballroom partner…never before have I met a fella with such sudden mood swings. One minute he’s cool and kixy…the next he’s silent and sullen, and if I try to cheer him up he looks at me wid an expression that says “Why is this piece of human excrement talking to me?”
Or is it just me? Seems like I’m a common facter in their lives…could I be the one makin’ these men miserable?
Man, I doubt it! I think they all just need a good dose of anti-depressants!
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Useless Information
N - my favourite letter
32 - no. of moles on my body.
Red - colour of lipstick I put on this morning (gives me a kind of power rush).
Anything But Ordinary - song by Avril Lavigne, that's been stuck in my head all day.
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
N - my favourite letter
32 - no. of moles on my body.
Red - colour of lipstick I put on this morning (gives me a kind of power rush).
Anything But Ordinary - song by Avril Lavigne, that's been stuck in my head all day.
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Monday, October 27, 2003
Ok, so I guess it’s obvious that nothin’ much has been goin’ on in my life.
Well, maybe not NOTHING…my ballroom studio performed 2 line dance routines at the NIFCA semi-finals and we made it through to the finals! Tha’s SOMEthing, ain’t it?
And yesterday I had a personal triumph…for a while now I’ve been tryin’ to persuade this (mostly online) buddy of mine to come to a b’room class to check out what we do…and he actually turned up yesterday!!
Damn, I forgot how goodlookin’ he is. Too bad he brought some chick with ‘im and THEN left before I could chuck some latin moves at ‘im! He’ll be back though…even if I have to drug & drag ‘im!
C.O.T.
I did absolutely NUTTIN this weekend. I was s’posed to head out to Red Rooster to get the free bar-snack I won in a radio call-in contest on Friday, but my couch was just too sweet Satduh night!
Why do people try to make me feel inadequate for stayin' home?
C.O.T.
For the morning so far, I have sneezed a grand total of 37 times. Sometimes I get the suspicion that I may be allergic to oxygen itself.
Well, maybe not NOTHING…my ballroom studio performed 2 line dance routines at the NIFCA semi-finals and we made it through to the finals! Tha’s SOMEthing, ain’t it?
And yesterday I had a personal triumph…for a while now I’ve been tryin’ to persuade this (mostly online) buddy of mine to come to a b’room class to check out what we do…and he actually turned up yesterday!!
Damn, I forgot how goodlookin’ he is. Too bad he brought some chick with ‘im and THEN left before I could chuck some latin moves at ‘im! He’ll be back though…even if I have to drug & drag ‘im!
C.O.T.
I did absolutely NUTTIN this weekend. I was s’posed to head out to Red Rooster to get the free bar-snack I won in a radio call-in contest on Friday, but my couch was just too sweet Satduh night!
Why do people try to make me feel inadequate for stayin' home?
C.O.T.
For the morning so far, I have sneezed a grand total of 37 times. Sometimes I get the suspicion that I may be allergic to oxygen itself.
Monday, October 20, 2003
Most Interesting Thing So Far For The Week (And It's Only Monday)
Ya never know what other people think of ya, hear? This is a MSN conversation I had today, with a male aquaintance of mine. I'm NIFCA-ist, by the way.
(Names have been changed to protect the identities of the inexcusably stupid.)
The Guy says:this might sound like a weird question but are u um like, a lesbian?
NIFCA-ist says: Wha??????
NIFCA-ist says: Ahahahahahahaha!!!!
NIFCA-ist says:HAHAHAHAHAAAA!
NIFCA-ist says:Was that s'posed to be a serious question??
The Guy says:er
The Guy says:no
The Guy says:not at all
NIFCA-ist says:No seriously, did you just ask me that being serious??
The Guy says: yes
NIFCA-ist says: No *his name here*! I am not a lesbian!!
NIFCA-ist says:Good god, what on earth gave you any doubts?
The Guy says:I dunno whybut u give off a lesbian vibe
NIFCA-ist says:WHA???????
NIFCA-ist says:A les....
NIFCA-ist says:A vibe...???
NIFCA-ist says:I am speechless.
The Guy says:sorry
The Guy says:I dunno man
NIFCA-ist says:Awright...leme calm down and look at this rationally
NIFCA-ist says:Ok...Could you do me a favour and describe this vibe that you seem to pick up from me?
NIFCA-ist says:Maybe it'll help me understand your warped point of view.
The Guy says:I dunno, u just don't seem like someone that goes for guys ....
The Guy says: and the way u talk...it's lesbiany
The Guy says: ne'er mind
NIFCA-ist says:I TALK "lesbiany"????
The Guy says: yes
NIFCA-ist says:How???
The Guy says:u know...like how lesbians talk...I can't describe it
NIFCA-ist says:I have no idea how lesbians talk!
NIFCA-ist says:I don't know any lesbians!
The Guy says:it's not a bad thing...I love lesbians
The Guy says:oh ...*insert ashamed/sad emoticon here* I'm sorrryyyyyyyyy
The Guy says:I didn't mean anything by it
The Guy says:if it's any comfort u'd make a hot lesiban
NIFCA-ist says:I don't think I'm ready to take that as a compliment just yet!
NIFCA-ist says:De man reason dat I don't look like the type that likes guys. *insert shocked emoticon here*
The Guy says: I'm sorryyyyy
The Guy says:hey I've got it...u don't act girly
The Guy says:that's it...that's why
NIFCA-ist says:I do too act girly!
The Guy says:nuh uh
NIFCA-ist says:How would you know anyhow?
The Guy says:general conversation with you...like back at bcc
NIFCA-ist says:Hol' on...what is typical "girly" behaviour for you?
The Guy says:I dunno...like ditsy...and giddy headed
The Guy says:u just seemed like confident
The Guy says:and self assured
The Guy says:sorta like a guy
The Guy says:know what I mea?
Is this guy braindead, or what? He automatically assumes that a female who ISN'T ditsy/giddy-headed, and IS confident and self-assured (wow, I had no idea I came across that way to anyone), is a lesbian??? And even MORE insulting, that all hetersexual females are airheads with low self-esteem??
Maybe they should quarantine this boy before his ignorance spreads.
Ya never know what other people think of ya, hear? This is a MSN conversation I had today, with a male aquaintance of mine. I'm NIFCA-ist, by the way.
(Names have been changed to protect the identities of the inexcusably stupid.)
The Guy says:this might sound like a weird question but are u um like, a lesbian?
NIFCA-ist says: Wha??????
NIFCA-ist says: Ahahahahahahaha!!!!
NIFCA-ist says:HAHAHAHAHAAAA!
NIFCA-ist says:Was that s'posed to be a serious question??
The Guy says:er
The Guy says:no
The Guy says:not at all
NIFCA-ist says:No seriously, did you just ask me that being serious??
The Guy says: yes
NIFCA-ist says: No *his name here*! I am not a lesbian!!
NIFCA-ist says:Good god, what on earth gave you any doubts?
The Guy says:I dunno whybut u give off a lesbian vibe
NIFCA-ist says:WHA???????
NIFCA-ist says:A les....
NIFCA-ist says:A vibe...???
NIFCA-ist says:I am speechless.
The Guy says:sorry
The Guy says:I dunno man
NIFCA-ist says:Awright...leme calm down and look at this rationally
NIFCA-ist says:Ok...Could you do me a favour and describe this vibe that you seem to pick up from me?
NIFCA-ist says:Maybe it'll help me understand your warped point of view.
The Guy says:I dunno, u just don't seem like someone that goes for guys ....
The Guy says: and the way u talk...it's lesbiany
The Guy says: ne'er mind
NIFCA-ist says:I TALK "lesbiany"????
The Guy says: yes
NIFCA-ist says:How???
The Guy says:u know...like how lesbians talk...I can't describe it
NIFCA-ist says:I have no idea how lesbians talk!
NIFCA-ist says:I don't know any lesbians!
The Guy says:it's not a bad thing...I love lesbians
The Guy says:oh ...*insert ashamed/sad emoticon here* I'm sorrryyyyyyyyy
The Guy says:I didn't mean anything by it
The Guy says:if it's any comfort u'd make a hot lesiban
NIFCA-ist says:I don't think I'm ready to take that as a compliment just yet!
NIFCA-ist says:De man reason dat I don't look like the type that likes guys. *insert shocked emoticon here*
The Guy says: I'm sorryyyyy
The Guy says:hey I've got it...u don't act girly
The Guy says:that's it...that's why
NIFCA-ist says:I do too act girly!
The Guy says:nuh uh
NIFCA-ist says:How would you know anyhow?
The Guy says:general conversation with you...like back at bcc
NIFCA-ist says:Hol' on...what is typical "girly" behaviour for you?
The Guy says:I dunno...like ditsy...and giddy headed
The Guy says:u just seemed like confident
The Guy says:and self assured
The Guy says:sorta like a guy
The Guy says:know what I mea?
Is this guy braindead, or what? He automatically assumes that a female who ISN'T ditsy/giddy-headed, and IS confident and self-assured (wow, I had no idea I came across that way to anyone), is a lesbian??? And even MORE insulting, that all hetersexual females are airheads with low self-esteem??
Maybe they should quarantine this boy before his ignorance spreads.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Well, I made dinner tonight...but only under duress.
As soon as my brother and I got home, my father got Warren to mow the lawn, and he chucked two packages of mince meat in front of me and said "Here. Do something with that."
Aaaaaaaaargh! It gets me so vex that my father is hellbent on making me cook ! If he wanted me to cook to help out or because he thinks I'd be a better person for it, fine, I could deal with that....but NO! He wants me to cook because he thinks it's a woman's duty to cook!!! How in the name of Destiny's Child did I end up being born to a sexist father???
Needless to say, since I was cooking against my will, I didn't put any love into the food, and the mincemeat ended up too salty!
Dah Fuh Lick Yuh!!!!
Oh boo-hoo, what man will ever want me now?
As soon as my brother and I got home, my father got Warren to mow the lawn, and he chucked two packages of mince meat in front of me and said "Here. Do something with that."
Aaaaaaaaargh! It gets me so vex that my father is hellbent on making me cook ! If he wanted me to cook to help out or because he thinks I'd be a better person for it, fine, I could deal with that....but NO! He wants me to cook because he thinks it's a woman's duty to cook!!! How in the name of Destiny's Child did I end up being born to a sexist father???
Needless to say, since I was cooking against my will, I didn't put any love into the food, and the mincemeat ended up too salty!
Dah Fuh Lick Yuh!!!!
Oh boo-hoo, what man will ever want me now?
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Sunday, October 12, 2003
He was staring at me again last night.
Why does he DO that? And why is it that he irks me so? I know he's attracted to me but it's like everything he says is just the WRONG thing! He tries too hard and it just doesn't work for him!
And it seems like I'm the only one who notices this. It must be me.
I just wish he'd stop staring at me when he thinks I'm not payin' attention.
And he could really try harder to hide the fact that whenever it looks like he's speaking to me, he's REALLY speaking to my breasts.
Why does he DO that? And why is it that he irks me so? I know he's attracted to me but it's like everything he says is just the WRONG thing! He tries too hard and it just doesn't work for him!
And it seems like I'm the only one who notices this. It must be me.
I just wish he'd stop staring at me when he thinks I'm not payin' attention.
And he could really try harder to hide the fact that whenever it looks like he's speaking to me, he's REALLY speaking to my breasts.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Okay, so I caved and had a piece of apple-pie last night.
I find that my resolve is so much weaker at night, when everything is quiet.
That's when I hear the voice of my Part B so much more clearly. She's so persuasive.
I also blame Lani and my brother. Lani's the one who baked the pie in the first place, and my brother is the one who didn't eat it fast enough to prevent it from tempting me.
Not gonna be too hard on myself though. I'm back on track!
C.O.T.
Damn, it's so hot right now!
Most Perfect Scenario I Can Think Of At The Moment
Me, stretched out in a big macramé hammock, underneath a tamarind/almond/shak-shak tree, beside a little table with a boombox (playing some Toni Braxton) and a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade, with a 19 yr. old, bare-back Polynesian hunk massaging my feet.
Ahhh, now THA'S what I'm talkin' about!
I find that my resolve is so much weaker at night, when everything is quiet.
That's when I hear the voice of my Part B so much more clearly. She's so persuasive.
I also blame Lani and my brother. Lani's the one who baked the pie in the first place, and my brother is the one who didn't eat it fast enough to prevent it from tempting me.
Not gonna be too hard on myself though. I'm back on track!
C.O.T.
Damn, it's so hot right now!
Most Perfect Scenario I Can Think Of At The Moment
Me, stretched out in a big macramé hammock, underneath a tamarind/almond/shak-shak tree, beside a little table with a boombox (playing some Toni Braxton) and a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade, with a 19 yr. old, bare-back Polynesian hunk massaging my feet.
Ahhh, now THA'S what I'm talkin' about!
Thursday, October 09, 2003
So what greeted me this morning for breakfast?
OATMEAL of all things!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to my Mum for making breakfast, but she’s s’posed to be on this low-carb diet too! We're tryin' out the "buddy system" approach. Anyhow, after I scolded her, she put on her best expression of wide-eyed innocence and said,
“Sorry Daanz, I didn’t know you meant oatmeal too.” Meanwhile scooping spoonfuls of the gooey stuff into her mouth.
Sigh…how am I s’posed to be strong when my own MOTHER is fighting me on this?
But oh, the tantalizing smell of warm, sweet, thick oatmeal…I’m proud to say that I resisted valiantly.
Score 1 for de Iyah.
OATMEAL of all things!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to my Mum for making breakfast, but she’s s’posed to be on this low-carb diet too! We're tryin' out the "buddy system" approach. Anyhow, after I scolded her, she put on her best expression of wide-eyed innocence and said,
“Sorry Daanz, I didn’t know you meant oatmeal too.” Meanwhile scooping spoonfuls of the gooey stuff into her mouth.
Sigh…how am I s’posed to be strong when my own MOTHER is fighting me on this?
But oh, the tantalizing smell of warm, sweet, thick oatmeal…I’m proud to say that I resisted valiantly.
Score 1 for de Iyah.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Yummy Food That I'll Have To Give Up On This Low-Carb Diet I'm Trying
Anything wid flour in it (Sandwiches, pizza, pies, cakes, cookies [oh no! Not the cookies!] etc.)
Anyting wid sugar in it (alcohol, icecream, juice, soda, breath mints etc.)
Cereal
Tortilla chips
Macaroni pie
Potato (salad, mashed, baked, scalloped, etc.)
No more rotis...just protein, fruits and vegetables.
Why am I doin' this to myself?
I deserve only your pity for this.
Anything wid flour in it (Sandwiches, pizza, pies, cakes, cookies [oh no! Not the cookies!] etc.)
Anyting wid sugar in it (alcohol, icecream, juice, soda, breath mints etc.)
Cereal
Tortilla chips
Macaroni pie
Potato (salad, mashed, baked, scalloped, etc.)
No more rotis...just protein, fruits and vegetables.
Why am I doin' this to myself?
I deserve only your pity for this.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
I think this chick at ballroom is tryin' to steal my partner.
Why must she keep comin' and "borrowing" MY partner when dey got nuff udda men dat ain' got no friggin' partner??? Schuuupes.
Little does SHE know that her ploy ain't gonna work! She'll just have to find her own! Sneaky bitch.
C.O.T.
Forgot to mention that my new latin shoes
arrived the other day. I got 'em in flesh-coloured satin with 3" heels.
I dunno who these people are tryin' to fool when they call anything "flesh-coloured"! I mean, that certainly isn't the colour of MY flesh! Oh well, it'll still work I guess. It'll have to, cuz there's another show comin' up in November and we have some SERIOUS work to do!
I still haven't forgotten about my dream shoes
,...I'll just have to wait a little longer 'til we can be together!
Why must she keep comin' and "borrowing" MY partner when dey got nuff udda men dat ain' got no friggin' partner??? Schuuupes.
Little does SHE know that her ploy ain't gonna work! She'll just have to find her own! Sneaky bitch.
C.O.T.
Forgot to mention that my new latin shoes
arrived the other day. I got 'em in flesh-coloured satin with 3" heels.
I dunno who these people are tryin' to fool when they call anything "flesh-coloured"! I mean, that certainly isn't the colour of MY flesh! Oh well, it'll still work I guess. It'll have to, cuz there's another show comin' up in November and we have some SERIOUS work to do!
I still haven't forgotten about my dream shoes
,...I'll just have to wait a little longer 'til we can be together!
Sunday, October 05, 2003
My brother's surprise birthday party came off great! He was comPLETELY clueless about it, and the look on his face when everyone came out and yelled "Surprise!" was priceless!!!
And for once, HIS friends were way sportier than mine! Whassup with that? My friends gettin' old or wha?
And one-a his friends, who I thought was a whiny spoilsport at first, turned out to be bare kix after a few Banks'!
And did I mention hot? My man start doin' a strip tease to some groovy "flamming music" I had on....slowly unbuttonin' de shirt to reveal a surprisingly well-sculpted torso! Well...what was I supposed to do?
I did the only thing that seemed appropriate under the circumstances...I put a quarter in his belly-button! Haha! I know it's not nice to go encouraging the inebriated in their drunken antics, but he's just so much more FUN when he's tipsy, it's unbelievable! Plus he's a hottie.
Would it be wrong for me to try to pull at my little brother's friend?
And for once, HIS friends were way sportier than mine! Whassup with that? My friends gettin' old or wha?
And one-a his friends, who I thought was a whiny spoilsport at first, turned out to be bare kix after a few Banks'!
And did I mention hot? My man start doin' a strip tease to some groovy "flamming music" I had on....slowly unbuttonin' de shirt to reveal a surprisingly well-sculpted torso! Well...what was I supposed to do?
I did the only thing that seemed appropriate under the circumstances...I put a quarter in his belly-button! Haha! I know it's not nice to go encouraging the inebriated in their drunken antics, but he's just so much more FUN when he's tipsy, it's unbelievable! Plus he's a hottie.
Would it be wrong for me to try to pull at my little brother's friend?
Friday, October 03, 2003
Recently I’ve been struck by all the instances I see of gold-digging women around the place. I mean. I see absolutely gorgeous women hanging around with um, less-than-attractive-lookin’ fellas, and I’m told time and time again “Money, Daana, money.”
Awright, hold up! Am I the shallow one here?? Don’t looks count for ANYTHING anymore?
With women I mean, cuz with men it seems like looks are at the very top of their “Required qualities” list.
I just couldn't bring myself to be with someone who looked like say...Old Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang Clan, no matter WHAT the average balance on his bank account is! Please!
According to the typical BET music video, any uncouth, no-class, face-looks-like-a-horse-pooch-dat-been-shot-wid-platinum-bullets idiot out there can have his freakin’ PICK of long-legged, scantily-clad women, as long as he’s “ballin’”! Makes me sick. Then again, that IS how hookers operate. (And to think, this is the general image bein’ shown on the ONLY tv network that supposedly represents Black people. But that’s another blog.)
I myself have been accused of only goin’ for fellas that’re good-lookin’, and yeah, I’ll admit, if a guy looks hot he gets my attention initially, but by Tyson Beckford, if he doesn’t have the brains and good-nature (very important) to back it up, then he ain’t my type!
Awright, hold up! Am I the shallow one here?? Don’t looks count for ANYTHING anymore?
With women I mean, cuz with men it seems like looks are at the very top of their “Required qualities” list.
I just couldn't bring myself to be with someone who looked like say...Old Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang Clan, no matter WHAT the average balance on his bank account is! Please!
According to the typical BET music video, any uncouth, no-class, face-looks-like-a-horse-pooch-dat-been-shot-wid-platinum-bullets idiot out there can have his freakin’ PICK of long-legged, scantily-clad women, as long as he’s “ballin’”! Makes me sick. Then again, that IS how hookers operate. (And to think, this is the general image bein’ shown on the ONLY tv network that supposedly represents Black people. But that’s another blog.)
I myself have been accused of only goin’ for fellas that’re good-lookin’, and yeah, I’ll admit, if a guy looks hot he gets my attention initially, but by Tyson Beckford, if he doesn’t have the brains and good-nature (very important) to back it up, then he ain’t my type!
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