Heidi (who has been one of my dearest friends for the past ten years) came over today and we were kniving about our plans to get an apartment together next fall. Ideally: we would get a cheap two bedroom flat on college avenue within walking distance of school and work for both of us.
It would be so nice to live downtown. I would never have to be at my house if I didn't want to; I could spend all day reading in the library, working, hanging out in a coffee shop, I could walk to ballet if I wanted to go, or I could take a walk in city park, anything that would keep me out of the house eating. And food would be scarce too; maybe that would stop me from binging.
I really miss beeing skinny. Every time I see a skinny girl in a movie I get jealous. We were watching White Christmas and when Vera Ellen came on with bare legs for her dance number my sister commented on how she hates watching the scene because of her sickly skinny legs; and I was jealous.
I ate so much food today. I really am addicted.
I had been doing okay until today. I hadn't been missing Dan so immediately as before... I'll be okay again. I know this is what has to be done.
Work was really fun last night. Well, kind of. There were NO CUSTOMERS after about 7:30, and by 8:25 the place was quite empty, so we closed early. The best part was the impromptu musicale Mike and Billy had going with the forks and stainless steel shelves to the cook Jesus' latin music. I almost started salsa dancing, but then I remembered that I don't know how. Rats.
I really want to learn how to tap.
I think I might go steal another granola bar from the pantry. Or maybe I'll just run away...
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