2. i am officially fat. not phat. fat. to be honest i hate my body in general, particularly how distressing this entire arm-lasering business is going. and now the fatness. my genes suck.
3. vote kiddo for online editor - that's right, i am running.
4. i must set up an interview with tony, meet etienne, and write jamie's review/interview before i go insane, which will be very soon. but i think it's too late for that, this week i will surely hit rock bottom.
5. i fucking hate dress clothes. i hate wearing them, i hate buying them, i hate pretending i am a professional career woman when i'm just an innocent college kid who wants to get high and dance to indie rock.
6. i fucking hate winter. i fucking hate winter. i fucking hate this city. only another 2-3 years. take a deep breath. fuck.
7. why do i have sciatica? why must i say things like "my sciatica is acting up again"? when exactly did i turn 82 years old?
8. remind me not to blog when i have PMS. this was really not a good idea whatsoever.
9. it's becoming difficult to write again. to the point that every day i crave to kill this blog more and more. maybe a hiatus is in good order? some days i scold myself for taking everything for granted (esp. when so many things are going right in my life) and other days i really couldn't care any less about anything.
