lierdumoa | Jun. 29th, 2006

fashes and I ran out of food yesterday. All that was left in the house was, like, pasta and pasta sauce. So Angela was all, "Hey! Now would be a perfect time to try the South Beach diet!" And I was all, "Why not!"

I've never actually dieted before. I'm kind of only doing it now out of morbid curiosity. That, and it will challenge me to cook more. And I'll fit more comfortably into my skinny jeans!

I have, like, three pair. The size 8's that cup my ass perfectly for a day and then are just a shy too baggy for the next week(s) until I do laundry again. Then there are the size 8's that I think were mislabeled and are actually a size 10. I didn't actually try them on because, uh, yeah. I hate lines. And I know how Old Navy size 8 short bootcut jeans fit me, so there's really no need. Except, apparently, when they're mislabled. I wear them when everythign else is dirty. Actually they're comfortable enough to wear to sleep when all my pajama pants are dirty. Then there are the skinny jeans. The skinny jeans that mold nicely to my calves but kind of flatten out my ass and are a leeetle too tight around the waist.

Dude, there was totally this guy sitting across from me on the BART train w/ his two little boys and one of them was like—what does that say?— pointing to the emergency exit intructions, and he was all, "It says 'For a good time, touch the electric third rail.' See, it's important to know how to read."

::snerk::

Dude, wtf a moth just flew at my face. like, it zoomed through my open window and slammed into the skin just above my top lip and bounced off. Why are insects so stooooooopid?!? We really need to get screens.

Anyway so