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19 February 2008 : the entendre singular
Things I have started eating as a result of my lenten vow to give up sweets:
- granny smith apples with lemon juice
- graham crackers with questionable milk (sell by date february 2nd; unopened until february 10, but still - my judgement may be lapsed on this one)
- blender awesomeness: soymilk, blueberries, banana, honey
- reese's mini peanut butter cups (smaller = less "sweet")
- tiramisu from the bakery
- peanut butter cookie
Jesus must be very disappointed in me. And lisa keeps blaming me every time something goes wrong, since jesus is clearly vengeful and keeping a close eye on me. In fact, I'm pretty sure that when she squeezes out the pup and it's a not-a-girl, it's going to be my fault.
Note to self: find safe house for August.
I still have an entire box of my christmas Tim Tams sitting in the cabinet being tempting, but not irresistible. Strange how an entire hemisphere curbs one's need for immediate gratification.
Maybe the entire processed foods industry could move to Australia, and I could lose a few pounds. What do you say guys?
posted by lindsay at 18:55 :: 0 comments
: Sicko.
2007 tax return check, large enough to subsidize:
- laser hair removal (goodbye sideburns: hello wearing a ponytail without looking like a boy)
- a week in California with Lindsay and Logan
- every season of every television show I've ever liked on DVD.
- several bottles of Johnny Walker Blue.
- winter coat fetish
- taking three weeks off work to do whatever the hell I want
- a credit hour or two at the University of Indianapolis
Instead, this year, I will be signing my check over to the imaging center in Lexington, to pay off a third of what I owe them for two (2) procedures my insurance company is refusing to pay for, as I did not get forewarning on my medical emergency and near death experience, thus forewarning the insurance company accordingly.
I love you, Aetna. Will you marry me? I know I have sideburns like a boy, but I think we can make this work.
posted by lindsay at 09:23 :: 1 comments
15 February 2008 : my titles kept coming up dirty
i recently had my heart broken (see above, re: that time my dog crapped in my living room every day for three weeks out of spite) by eddie, who had to go back to live at nana's because the pressure of city life was too much for his delicate french constitution.
i was sad, caeser was miserably lonely, and thus i have acquired what you might call a rebound cat.
so i would like to introduce to you pirate, thusly named for that eye you can see which is slightly smaller than the other and frequently closed for no good reason at all:
she hid under my bed for a day, and has since turned quite mischievous. i won't go into details, but between her and the former dictator for life (paradoxical, i know, but what can i say? he's a complex - and whiny - cat) i am fully reassured that i will not be getting my security deposit back ("no, really, i'm pretty sure that particular patch of carpet was a mess of plastic strings when i moved in").
which just means i can paint any color i want without worrying about it.
score.
posted by lindsay at 22:50 :: 1 comments
Things I have started eating as a result of my lenten vow to give up sweets:
- granny smith apples with lemon juice
- graham crackers with questionable milk (sell by date february 2nd; unopened until february 10, but still - my judgement may be lapsed on this one)
- blender awesomeness: soymilk, blueberries, banana, honey
- reese's mini peanut butter cups (smaller = less "sweet")
- tiramisu from the bakery
- peanut butter cookie
Jesus must be very disappointed in me. And lisa keeps blaming me every time something goes wrong, since jesus is clearly vengeful and keeping a close eye on me. In fact, I'm pretty sure that when she squeezes out the pup and it's a not-a-girl, it's going to be my fault.
Note to self: find safe house for August.
I still have an entire box of my christmas Tim Tams sitting in the cabinet being tempting, but not irresistible. Strange how an entire hemisphere curbs one's need for immediate gratification.
Maybe the entire processed foods industry could move to Australia, and I could lose a few pounds. What do you say guys?
posted by lindsay at 18:55 :: 0 comments
: Sicko.
2007 tax return check, large enough to subsidize:
- laser hair removal (goodbye sideburns: hello wearing a ponytail without looking like a boy)
- a week in California with Lindsay and Logan
- every season of every television show I've ever liked on DVD.
- several bottles of Johnny Walker Blue.
- winter coat fetish
- taking three weeks off work to do whatever the hell I want
- a credit hour or two at the University of Indianapolis
Instead, this year, I will be signing my check over to the imaging center in Lexington, to pay off a third of what I owe them for two (2) procedures my insurance company is refusing to pay for, as I did not get forewarning on my medical emergency and near death experience, thus forewarning the insurance company accordingly.
I love you, Aetna. Will you marry me? I know I have sideburns like a boy, but I think we can make this work.
Labels: it's a sickness
posted by lindsay at 09:23 :: 1 comments
15 February 2008 : my titles kept coming up dirty
i recently had my heart broken (see above, re: that time my dog crapped in my living room every day for three weeks out of spite) by eddie, who had to go back to live at nana's because the pressure of city life was too much for his delicate french constitution.
i was sad, caeser was miserably lonely, and thus i have acquired what you might call a rebound cat.
so i would like to introduce to you pirate, thusly named for that eye you can see which is slightly smaller than the other and frequently closed for no good reason at all:
she hid under my bed for a day, and has since turned quite mischievous. i won't go into details, but between her and the former dictator for life (paradoxical, i know, but what can i say? he's a complex - and whiny - cat) i am fully reassured that i will not be getting my security deposit back ("no, really, i'm pretty sure that particular patch of carpet was a mess of plastic strings when i moved in").
which just means i can paint any color i want without worrying about it.
score.
posted by lindsay at 22:50 :: 1 comments