narcissism: an update

Since its been awhile, i decided to do a little summary on my latest going ons.

I am planning another trip to nyc this weekend. It will be my last trip for quite some time, as my amazingly fabulous friends will be embarking on a world tour that will keep them out of this hemisphere for months and months. Therefore, it is not an option for me to go backwards right now. I have been eating and cutting down on exercise. I would like to call HOGWASH on all those people who claim doing so brings forth a renewed energy, glowing skin, and bouncy hair. None of these things apply to my current state of being. This MAY have to do with the bottles of prescriptions meds i take on the daily....

So yes, i feel like crap right now. I have no energy and i keep poking at my belly. i have also been avoiding my therapist like tila tequila avoids sanity.



I know all this "proper nutrition" will be worth it because seeing my friends and spending time in the city is always the most fun of all time ever. But that does not mean I am not in an utter state of misery and self-hate right now.

"Kell on Earth" and her fantastical goth male intern is helping me through my pain.

kim kardashian

Her workout videos are a riot.

She does the entire routine in full drag make-up, jersey hoops, and a corset.

oh good.

my mother left this at my bedroom door.



now, it turns out this is a birthday present for my dad, but you could imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind.

I love Mom logic: lets hide the exercise equipment in my anorexic daughter's bedroom.

Code Granite

Remember the Bush administration?
Remember how we were supposed to behave in a certain way depending on the color of the day?



I have been at code granite lately.
A muted, weighed down, drab level of homeland security.

I have about 6 voice messages from my therapist that I have yet to listen to.
The more she calls, the more I do not want to deal with it. You would think a trained therapist would understand reverse psychology. pfft.

Well, at least General Hospital has been real good lately. God bless Jonathan Jackson.

'tuff

i wanted to do a fabulous post recapping my nyc trip, with a key focus on my consumption of champagne in a can.



however, current life circumstances blow harder than lindsay lohan. the only thing i can focus on right now is watching "Biggest Loser."

ignorance = bliss

i am having some issues with getting back into the swing of jersey living.
I have canceled two therapy appointments.
i have a stack of unopened medical bills.
and perhaps most dire, i have hours of unwatched programming on my DVR.

I did get a chance to watch the Jersey Shore finale.
i mean, I still have the ability to prioritize.

not dead yet.

just dead tired.

ny was fucking awesome.



right now i need to sleep off the booze.