Almost Liberated

Friday, December 23, 2005

7:30 pm

Have had very positive day. Tony is a true artiste. I almost love him. Well, more specifically, I love his tools and what they can do for wild unruly hair types. Even saw Lynn at shops and was pleased when her witchy jaw hit the ground as I tossed and flicked new locks about. Bet she never saw that in her crystal ball.

Tony was very good and asked if I was a size 8 as his sister has some clothes she no longer wants – was able to refuse politely without informing him of larger, less appealing and petite frame. Am very pleased, must carry weight extremely well.

Extra confidence, has caused me to go boho fashion tonight… Am wearing very short skirt and lots of layers as well as large chunky assessories. Just hope can still walk in very high wedge sandals after alcohol consumption by end of night.

Jack is calling – he’s started the car – have to go!
Blurted into cyberspace by Sara on Friday, December 23, 2005

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Jess's Party

Jess is having a huge Christmas party at her house on Friday. As such, have decided, I will forget about dismal ass, thighs and muffin-stomach, in order to enjoy seasonal festivities. Is no use being boring as well as fat.

Also, will go see Tony the hairdresser tomorrow – Yes, will make my hair my best and most valued asset.
Blurted into cyberspace by Sara on Thursday, December 22, 2005

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

The Arctic Summer.

Am very disappointed. Worked countless hours on cellulite, and still have large and fattish mummy thighs. Also noticed my stomach is getting doughy, over flowing muffin-like appearance. Have resolved to never look at unsightly flaws in awful fucking mirror again. Am getting depressed, will ask Jack to remove light globe in bathroom.

Summer is here, but without the sun. Am not sure I can handle a bleak and dark summer. Feel like curling into juicy fat ball and hibernating - Oh God, I can’t take this shitty weather anymore.

Due to artic summer, I shall have nothing decent to wear to Christmas dinner. Will most likely end up wearing warm comfortable granny ensemble. Which would be fine if Paul wasn’t hauling his sexy ass over – apparently he has something for me. Although, am only marginally excited about the something, as he still has life-sized slutty Barbie attached to his arm most days.

Can hardly expect anything special for me.
Blurted into cyberspace by Sara on Thursday, December 15, 2005

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