Woke up yesterday morning and promptly started coughing violently. Then I started to heave. So I rushed to the bathroom, where I did not barf, but did cough up phlegm into the toilet, which splashed, so yeah, totally woke up by getting toilet water splashed in my eye, because it was just ONE OF THOSE DAYS.
Then, at the ungodly early hour of 8 AM, we took three of our four cars into the shop for inspection and the other one followed to transport us to breakfast while the inspection went on. The remaining car was the Focus. There are five of us, since my brother came along. My brother, the thinnest of us, was driving. The backseat was me, my sister, and my dad... in the backseat... of a Ford Focus...
I'm pretty sure my skeletal structure was rearranged. There was much laughing and comments about "contents under pressure" and clown cars.
Anyway, we celebrated Daddy's birthday and went to a movie, Music and Lyrics, which wasn't fabulous but it was cute and funny in spots. Chick flick, but yeah.
Today I went shopping, and I got two pairs of jeans and three tops that look identical to each other except for the color, so I'm not sure why I got all of them, except that two of them were only a dollar each. I haven't yet decided if I want to go back and get the jean skort I saw. I know, it's a skort, but honestly, it looks exactly like a skirt but just has shorts in it so I can wear it in the hot and sticky days of summer.
But anyway, the interesting part about this trip, which is in and of itself pretty boring, is that I can't remember the last time I went on a shopping trip and didn't once put something on, look in the mirror, and think, Damn it, I'm so fat. And this time, I didn't think that at all.
I like being happy. I should buy more clothing before I start thinking I'm ugly again.
|I May Be a Bit Dependent...|
I'm more than a little preoccupied with being abandoned.
I need a lot of support in my life, at all times.
It's difficult for me to survive on my own...
And I don't reallly think I ever could.