peachy.

i think i'm going through withdrawls, but i'm not certain if they are only mental or physical.
the past few weeks, i can envision the fruits of my labor; however the process is proving to be more difficult this time.
i make myself sound like a drug addict. my problem is not considered severe, yet in my mind this will affect every aspect of my life. i will look better....i will feel better....i will have more confidence (do i really need anymore!?)... i will finally be appealing.
i do sound incredibly superficial...i know this. i want to feel like a painting.

get back on the horse dammit.

some days aren't the best, but it is those days that make life worth living.
"anything worth wanting doesn't come easy..." i couldn't agree more.
i woke up this morning and instantly i knew it was going to be a forgettable day.

peanut butter for breakfast

i did indeed have pb for breakfast, yet that salmonella pb scare remains in effect. i think it's just in cookies and processed food products. i'll find out soon enough.
on the way to work, i was listening to the radio, and i heard the most annoying advert. mcdonalds is promoting their new fancy coffees that are now available, however their assumption that all other "coffeehouse" patrons are into indie rock, french cinema, and not bathing is untrue. It's an outrage! (which is funny because...i like indie rock and french film...and i didn't wash my hair this morning because i slept through the alarm.)
I don't hear/see health-conscious food establishments advertising their new products to "obese, lazy, smelly customers"! Subway does lean towards the healthy marketing tactics of showing overweight people eating fast food and buttons flying off their clothes, but they don't stereotype these consumers.

dreams.

i had a dream last night that i had a secretary......doogie houser m.d.! i don't know why i made thirty-something neil patrick harris wear scrubs to work, but it just worked.

i dressed myself as a banana today. bright yellow zipup...black shirt.....jeans. well, a banana wearing jeans. you love it.

let's go back to sleep.

hot mess? no.

Oh Lily Allen! You are so unpredictable! I can't help but giggle when you lash out at the photogs. You clean up well, but your sassy mouth is going to get you in trouble.

(today is busy. i find myself daydreaming about future events. san jose! alexander mcqueen's line at target!

skins!)

i guess i could learn a lesson from ms. allen. SPEAK UP.

uno.

i feel like there should be something spectacular here. a party perhaps? unfortunately, it is only myself and a seductive cup of tea.
i promised myself that this year would be different. i intend to keep that promise. always moving, yet going nowhere. let's do this.