An ode to moi.

I'm sensitive.

I'm needy.

I require a lot of attention.

I ask a lot of questions.

I'm shy.

I don't know what to do if someone doesn't like me.

I'm working on becoming more independent/self-sufficient.

I'm the sweetest person you'll ever know.

I hold a grudge like no other.

I completely agree that the first 10 pounds to lose are the easiest.

I'm a crier.

I don't take criticism well.

I feel like I sometimes am completely alone.

I'm happier now than I've ever been.

I put myself last, always.

And now you know.

My conclusions of the day. Oh, and TMI.

Sometimes I hate how much constant access I have to an infinite amount of information, right at my finger tips. And of course I always read worst case scenarios. Survival rates of worst case scenarios can really put a damper on an evening. Positive thinking!

Medical bills are expensive. I would like to request a detailed break down of every last dollar, please.

CANCER. That's a scary word. But Stage 0 isn't as scary.

I feel like my life in the last year has revolved around nervously waiting for updated information from one doctor's appointment to the next.

It's helpful to have a Sarah around for my appointments. More than a Sarah knows.

My furry babies make almost everything better.

Pads suck. I already miss tampons and I'm not even bleeding.

I can't wait for my next doctor's bill :-/

my hair is never short enough these days

So dieting isn't as bad as I thought it would be. My stomach isn't starting to eat itself, I'm not anymore cranky than I normally am, I don't plan my week, waiting for a night when I can blow everything on a giant-sized Big Mac combo at McDonalds. I want THIS to be my bikini summer! Even if it involves just wearing a bikini underneath cute little water shorts and a tank top. I'm not THAT kind of girl, sheesh. My online diet program congratulated me yesterday after my first week on the plan. I had gone down about 3.5 pounds since the previous Monday. Woot! Initially I had gone down 5, but Qdoba always calls to me on the weekends. And so does Pie Hole at 2 in the morning after a show. I can't help these attractions that I have, so I don't ignore them, and I act on them...passionately. So I'm slowly reaching my short term weight loss goal of 10% of my starting weight. And on from there!

Work is almost over. I can think of an infinite number of places I would rather be right now, than here. When will my bakery/tea business start off? When will I no longer work for the man? When will I be appreciated? I always let my work life affect my personal life, and I hate that. *sigh* My last few precious moments of the work day are being spent snooping into people's court history, finding out if they've been arrested, how many speeding tickets they have, if they are a chomo, things like that.

Blah, dentist appointment the day after tomorrow, and lady procedure the day after that.

Fun times.

My current value: 29 points of gibberish

Weight Watchers. Doesn't the name make you cringe? Yes, I'm a card-carrying member. Well, a virtual card.

Dieting has never gotten along well with me, obviously. But with the onset of June, I have entered a new frame of mind. Should climbing a flight of stairs really make me feel THAT old? One of these days at the gym, I'm going to actually crank up the speed on the treadmill, and face my fear of people seeing me jog. Portion control is my new best friend.

I keep cutting my hair shorter and shorter. Long hair is such a drag. A real downer. Especially when it always looks like a rat's nest. Short hair makes me feel sassy and rejuvenated.

Sarah won't get up. She's cranky in the mornings. But I think if I act like a tiny kitten or duckling, she'll be really happy.

Mew, mew, quack, quack.

I'm really digging on local acoustic female singers (shut up you-know-who). I'm going to convince Sarah (aka you-know-who) to go with me to a 3-lady show at the VAC in a couple Thursdays. She basically HAS to go with me, because I have a painful-sounding lady procedure the next day. Painful-sounding lady procedure trumps all!! Poor little lady flower :-( Ughhh.

I can't wait until the Brandi Carlile concert.

I especially can't wait to start couponing.