Discovered I weigh as much as my fiancé who is some 5 inches taller than me and a dude. Won't stand for this, so I had a banana today instead of the usual twenty chicken nuggets and four tubs of buffalo sauce from Burger KIng. Tonight, I will eat some peanut butter out of the jar and take a swig of milk. I dunno what's going to happen tomorrow though. I'm starting overtime at work, so I'm going to want to get the hell out of there and stuff my face with nuggets and buffalo sauce come lunch time. I must be strong though. If I'm strong enough to drag my ass out of bed at 5:00 AM and motor to work by 6:00 and then STAY THERE til 4:30, I guess I'm strong enough to not eat during the course of it.
I was peer-pressured into working overtime, BTW. You know I don't even like being there when I'm supposed to be there, much less at the asscrack of dawn. But I have to pay for the golden brown stripes I spent 4 hours having put in my hair Friday night. As usual, I got bored with the black and consulted with a styist by my house over what to do. She says when one's hair is octopus- ink black, it's not recommended that one bleach the shit out of it. Instead, she placed brown sripes in it and told me to come back in March for more brown stripes. Eventually, she says, my hair will be brown again, at which point I will probably dye it black like a dumbass again and start all over.
It's also tax refund time and Valentine's Day and my fiance's birthday and all kinds of shiz. A very pink month.