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  • Nov. 20, 2003, midnight
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My body is certainly not going to make it easy on me, is she? One week until Thanksgiving—1/2 pound to lose! I will make this mini-goal come hell or high water. That will be 10 lbs in 9 weeks. I’m so excited about my next mini-goal I can’t stand it. I think that’s what’s keeping me going. And I’m already looking forward to mini-goal #3. It’s not that I want to lose that much more weight, really. It’s that I’m now starting to feel good and feel stronger and look better in those damn jeans.

Off to Milwaukee today. Going in the little plane. Yippee. We’ll be spending the night there because we’ll be taking these customers to dinner. I did hear that we were originally supposed to be going to Dallas tonight. Bummer. It would have been so much fun to sneak away and meet [Athena] somewhere! Next time, sistah. I’ll still be there for a whole week next month.

Missed meeting Chris last night. I really just needed to come home and decompress after yesterday’s work bullshit. Talked to Mom and Dad for a while on the phone. Logged on and checked e-mail (NY guy wrote…whoa). Goofed off. Loved on the cat. Went to bed with no dinner.

What to do before Thanksgiving? Gotta finish getting the apartment in order. That shouldn’t be too hard. Really, almost everything’s done. Gotta get the booze and the food all lined up. I guess then just wait for people to show up! Dr. Prescription sent me yet another porn graphic. This time it was some little comic about anal sex. Then he wrote, “How many days until Thanksgiving?” I just hope he doesn’t freak my parents out too much. Again, I’m easing them into this. Still, Dr. P. is usually a shock to any system.

Wish I had more to write, but I’m just sitting here waiting for my nails to dry. Guess I’ll shut up and get ready now.


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