Mehhhh.

Last night was... interesting. I'll leave it at that.

Got off work earlier than I predicted. Cashed my (NORMAL!) paycheck, got gas 'cause I was almost running on empty, then went to Fred Meyer to see if they carried the first Muse album. They do, but they were out, although they DID have their second album, which I snatched up like a crackfiend. Also finally picked up a visor cd case thing. Headed out to Stanwood early and sat in the Haggen parking lot to wait for Terry to call me and let me know where to pick him up. Headed to the shop at 3:30, picked up muh baybeh, cashed his paycheck, then went and had mexican at this little place in Stanwood. I forget the name. Went across the street to a bar that I also forget the name of and had a few drinks while waiting around for Toby. He never showed. Waited until I was okay to drive, then went back to the house and watched some tv.

This morning Terry and Toby had to go to this job thing, so they left around 9. I lazed in bed for a while watching cartoons and finally made myself get up at like 9:30. Left the island, went to Target for shits and giggles. Picked up a pretty bra that actually fits (I'm officially a 32B now. Great. Now all that money I spent on $20 34B Wonderbras has gone in the shitter.), a new pair of those leopard print flats I had that were destroyed forever ago ON CLEARANCE, the new Smashing Pumpkins and some other random shit. Went home. Yay.

And for the seriousness. There's some shit that has been REALLY bugging me lately. You people need to lay off about my weight loss. Seriously. I'm not fucking unhealthy. I DO still eat. I've been completely steady at the same weight for like two months, and yet everyone keeps giving me shit about it. Sorry you're all so used to me being 140 pounds. Ya know what? THAT was back when I was unemployed and eating all fucking day long and sitting on my ass and not doing much else. Now I'm working full-time at a semi physically demanding job and practically running on stress. When I hit like 100 pounds, THEN you guys can start getting on my ass, okay? I think I fucking look good, and I feel a million times better than I did when I was overweight. I'm not gonna let you people make me feel like shit about this anymore. There's no need for concern. I'm not fucking anorexic. This is just what I look like when I get off my ass and do something.

/end PSA

Other than all that. I'm hoping that Terry and Toby get back home at a decent hour, 'cause I miss him already and I don't wanna sit at home tonight. And I don't work until noon tomorrow. So yay.