How can someone I’ve chatted up a storm with say they “miss” me? Well, Aira, who’s very sweet but fast becoming a pest, already misses me yet it was just a few hours since we chatted here there and everywhere – Ask, Facebook, MyOpera.

Did I simply have yet to learn that she was crazy and destined to stalk me for years to come? I wondered to myself. I knew she had a pleasant enough face and wasn’t a blond. But still, something had to be wrong with this chick to deserve so much attention from her, right? So I went in search of body shots within her albums on Facebook and sure enough, she’s HUGE. Yeah, only a chick that big and that young could miss me so soon! Poor girl’s gotta be over 200 pounds.

If I were in a room with 10 hotties and 1 that was ugly or just there, that’s the one that would be after me. The others would be like, get away from me, bitch!

I may not have the perfect body, but it seems I’m the opposite of most people; my body is nicer than my face. Younger-looking anyway. Sometimes I think it’d be nice if it were the other way around. The body is easier to hide than the face unless you want to go live in the Middle East where women wouldn’t even be allowed to show their eyes if they didn’t need to see where they were going.

Anyway, if one’s weight is this out of control in their 20s, imagine what their 40s will have in store for them?! It’s so easy to lose weight at 27, but you know how it works. You have to want to lose the weight. 1000-1200 calories a day and I could kiss my extra pounds goodbye. But I HATE hunger!

Later…

The weekend is here and fortunately, Tom doesn’t have to work tomorrow. So we can spend the weekend celebrating our anniversary, which basically means shopping and eating!

Jesse’s back to the weekend outings. He didn’t leave till after 9:30 tonight, but knowing the dogs would be barking on and off till the wee hours of the morning, I turned the sound machines on so I don’t have to deal with it. As I said before, I already feel bad for the next people in here unless they don’t mind this shit, and apparently, most people don’t.

As I told Nane after she left this nice anniversary “card” on my wall with nice hot pink letters, teasing humans burns a lot of calories, LOL.

Based on my calculations from my measurements, if I suddenly lost my muscle mass and had an average amount of muscle for my size and age, I could weigh as low as 118 pounds.

Why are my legs the shittiest-looking part of my body when they get worked the hardest? And how does a bathtub that no one takes baths in end up with a ring around it? While I normally prefer showers to baths anyway, I haven’t soaked in a nice hot bubble bath for years since the back of this tub isn’t slanted.

Trying to decide what beauty treatment to give myself tonight. Trim the bush? Polish the nails? How ‘bout bush tonight, nails tomorrow. No shaving, that’s for sure. No matter what lotion I use afterward I always get irritated. Besides, the Baldilocks style is too little girlish for my tastes. But letting the weeds get too out of hand doesn’t leave me feeling very sanitary either. Is that personal enough for you guys?

I never heard back from Maliheh and I wonder if something’s wrong. Why not just leave me a message on what’s up with her if she can’t get a hold of me? She can’t be that busy if her student count is that low. Makes me wonder about that dream I had where her mother died. There’s also been no activity on the drama queen’s page, but I know I couldn’t get lucky enough for her own death dream to ring true. The bitch is going to live a long life with more money than she’ll ever need. She’ll never know a day of poverty in her life no matter how many physical problems the jumbo-sized bitch may have.