if i had to choose between the muenster on 12 grain sandwich cooked in half a tablespoon of butter sandwich i just ate and fitting into marc jacobs, i'd choose the sandwich. it was really fucking tasty, by the way.

i've never ever felt bad about my weight. i slowly and steadily gained 50 pounds from the age of 13, going from a size 3 to a size 12...on a good day, and depending on what store i buy the pants from. but i don't feel big. i'm correctly proportioned for my size, which really allows me to believe that i'm the weight i was designated to be since i was born. i have the metabolism of a manatee, or my 90 year old grandmother (more on her later). i am also aware that since it's the wintertime, walking is totally out of the question. i am also aware that i'm unemployed, and it causes me to graze-eat. but i guarantee you once it's above 40 degrees at night, and at least 50 degrees during the day, and i'm employed, whatever i have managed to gain since i lost my job in august will roll off.

since eric emailed me monday, i've been kind of thinking about him and all the adventures we got ourselves into. it's really unhealthy. i'm making a mental note to stop.

oh, speaking of losing pride, a guy dumped me because i supposedly forced him to hook up with me too early. where in god's name do i find these freaks of nature.