I watched half tonne man last night, and I cried.

I guess if I summarised, it was about big giant people who ate alot of food. The one who was featured the most, didn’t realise just how much food he really ate.

I’ve lost alot of weight and I still have some to go, but when I think about it, my weight problems were never so bad that my skin was splitting like this man’s was.

He had a food addiction, totally unable to stop eating what he shouldn’t and he’d get upset and nasty to those who would prevent him getting what he wanted. The worst thing was that people who get to be that large, statistically go back to their original size.

I can’t imagine anything worse. I know from where I have been, I would want to die if I ever put weight on again.

just trying to find the words.

X was telling me about his housemate, who I met today. He seemed like a nice young fellow. The other night X was telling me that he had some DVD’s for the guy to have, and he went to knock on the door, and the door opened and there was a really hot chick in his room. X was a bit shocked and the guy came to the door and was like “next time knock” X replied “the door opened when I knocked”. He handed him the DVD’s and went to his room.

He rang me the next day and said “I’m not one to judge, but he should tell me when there is a hooker in my house, at 11pm at night”

He was going to confront this housemate about it, but I said to him to watch his words and not to make assumptions, just say “have friends over late at night” rather than sound like he’s screaming “WHORE!! SLUT!!!”

He never had that chat, but the other night, he admitted something to me.

“you know, you always give me good advice, I guess I shouldn’t assume that a guy like him can’t pull hot chicks, cuz that was his X girlfriend in his room the other night”

I laughed my ass off. Imagine what could have happened if X had called her a h03. haha.

Here tis.. my ticket.

Looks purty doesn’t it?

I removed the identifying information and ticket numbers!

I like it! *hugs the ticket*

it’s one of those days where things happen and for no reason I am happy, and then I feel thoughtful. Reflective. When on the way home on the bus I thought about when I start dating again those awkward first moments.

The first date
The first kiss
The first look at someone naked
Their first look at you naked
The first burp
The first argument
That first fart..

I was going out with this boy, he ended up being a complete retard and bastard. Anyways lets not discuss that. He and I were doing the walk in a park thing and we thought it would be romantic to kiss under a tree, after we kissed for a while, we both sat down and stared up at the sky, as young 18 year olds do.

It was time to go and pickup my sister from her swimming coaching and as i went to stand up and was in that awkward position I let one rip.

I froze, and looked up at my boyfriend who had a shocked look on his face. He pointed at me and said “You farted!” I just looked at him, wishing to god that the ground would open up and swallow me.

Then he started laughing at me. I laughed too, eventually. When we got back to his place, he told all his housemates. Who all promptly stood up and farted on cue…

Yes well.. then he took to dutch ovening me. I think we can leave the rest up to imagination..

MM purchased two tickets to Roskilde a few days ago. I am now officially excited, but now I little nervous as I am running out of time to get my passports. I will need to hunt down some chemists to sign off on my passport I think. I’ll ring my friend D and see if she’ll do it for me. We’ve been friends for six years. I’m also trying to sit on my hands and not spend any money at all. It’s back to soup, rice and tuna for me to exist on whilst I save every penny for my trip.

There’s a big meeting at work on Friday this week, which I won’t be attending as I have decided I am going to enjoy my day off. Some of the others have a few problems with the way things are being done at work, and I am not really affected as much as they are due to the fact I am getting paid what I asked for back in September. I have been advocating for them for a while, and encouraging particular workmates to step up and organise things so they can be seen as taking the initiative. It’s working, and I feel I don’t need to be there at the meeting as they are discussing job descriptions. Good luck to them. I worked 53 hours last week, this week is going to be not as busy, so I’ll be in cruise mode. More later maybe.
I had more to talk about, but really - I am just internally freaking out about small things. Nothing worth sharing.

I was reading an article a friend gave me about A-listers in blog land, and how people link to them, and try and get A-lister’s attention and get those much covetted hits that some bloggers seem to crave so much. Then someone who is part of the A crew told his friends not to talk to the guy who wrote THIS ARTICLE so some didn’t. Apparently their readers get upset if they don’t post alot so really, blogging becomes a chore rather than a pleasure.
So apparently B listers and C listers also suffer from blog envy and desperately wanna become the A-listers who end up being popular, and make money from their sites and that usually there’s a set formula with these types of blogs. They are right. Pithy comments, tossed in with some innuendoes, witticisms and voila! popular blog. If only I had such an interesting life that I could write like that….

NOT

I think I am a DILLIGAF-lister. I enjoy reading my blog roll people, and I DGAF if they are A B C or X listers, as long as they remain true to themselves.

I usually check my mail once a week, force of habit, alot of bad news and bills come in the mail. Now I just get them all direct debited from my credit card and get e-bill notification. That eliminates the need for me to feel depressed when I look at my mail. HOWEVER.

Recently I have started getting junk mail, telling me about L. Ron. Hubbard and his books on Dianetics, and depression, and am I depressed? Because apparently they offer free counselling. I remember seeing a cult movie, blinded by the light, and thinking … I think it would be interesting to join a cult, get sucked in, and then someone stage an intervention and rescue me and deprogram me! However i think since there are people who’ve had bad experiences with cults, it’s not a good thing to make joke about it! and let this be a lesson to you all!

OK - lesson over, now to the fun stuff. *looks* No fun stuff just another rambling post. OH I can ramble about work.

LANGUAGE ALERT

POOBUMWEESHITMOTHERCUSSINGSONS&BITCHESOFFEMALEDOGS

Work is frustrating a little, however there is always light at the end of the tunnel.. just seems like it’s a really long tunnel.
Oh another reason why I am stressed and crazy today is my face looks like crap. I look like I am 40, well i probably don’t.. but I feel like I do. OH and I have run out of money! HA. as in NO MONEY IN THE CREDIT CARD BABY! Jesus! buying plane tickets and other bits and pieces is fucking expensive. I need to get my passport stuff signed. I have everything now to prove I exist and technically qualify for a british passport!

What else…

OHOHOH I’m getting a personal trainer! *reow* she’s putting together a program for me, to take into account my late hours, and lack of gym at some times of the week. Excellent. Hello weightloss here I come. It’s time to get rid of the rest of me. I need to write down a food/nutrition diary and send it to her.

Adjo!