|sweating my way into beauty
||[Nov. 27th, 2004|11:21 am]
|||||Tsunami Bomb - No One's Looking||]|
So I started giving a shit about how I look -- specifically the fact that I've gained a ton of weight over the past six months, and that I used to look better...and I want that back. Thus and therefore, I've started hitting up the treadmill (2-3 miles a day, depending on how ambitious I am) and lifting weights every day, and I'm pretty determined to be hottie material by this summer. Please cross your fingers for me. I'm hoping to do the personal trainer thing sooner rather than later, but who knows how plausible that is with my crazy schedule. Either way, I'm gonna do what I have to do to get ripped. Bikini top and cargo shorts is what I'm shooting for. Yeah baby.
If you see me at a diner with anything more than some toast, a salad, and a cup of black coffee, please drag me into the parking lot and beat me into submission. Thank you.
Work is starting to get crazy -- with the holiday season upon us and all -- I was there until 1:30 last night; that was upsetting because I really wanted to see Lacy and spend some actual time with her. Alas, I was stuck looking after drunk people as usual. The money's been nothing to bitch about, though. If it keeps up like this I should be in good shape as far as bills are concerned. Got a lot coming up, with Lacy's birthday and Christmas, both of which I seriously need to start preparing for. I have ideas, more for the former than the latter, which I guess is okay because that one is first. Plus I work better under pressure when gift-giving is concerned, so I'm not gonna stress over it. It'll be taken care of.
The second half of Thanksgiving was much better than the first - I went to my aunt's house and saw a whole crapload of my mother's family. Much wine was consumed and a good time was had by all. Not too traumatic this year. Brian called to wish me a happy one, which was awesome, and I put him on the phone to talk to my grandma, because he loves her. And oh boy, does she love him back. I think they should date sometimes. Scratch that. I was being facetious. That would be creepy.
I stopped at a little thrift store down the street from work when I was trying to kill some time yesterday, and guess what I find the minute I walk in the door? A burgundy velvet blazer. DKNY. With pants to match. The tag says fifty which I am more than willing to pay because I fell in love with this thing, I then bring it up to the counter and the woman tells me it's TWENTY BUCKS. For a velvet DKNY suit. Made my fucking day. I can't squeeze my fat ass into the pants right now (which will hopefully change a few months down the road) but I'm wearing the jacket today and every day thereafter, for it is bitchin'. I look so scene, but so hot. I can't help it.
And if anyone can tell me if and when the new season of The L Word started, I'd appreciate it. Poor girl with basic cable...