Stable

Good morning, my little kittens! I hope you had a fabulous weekend.
I did.

In fact, Friday was so, just…made of Hell, no! that this weekend couldn’t have possibly gotten worse – and it didn’t – it got better. :) Saturday I went to Provo and did some major shoppage with my mom. I bought Big B his Fathers’ Day gifts, and Cappa-Tade was so glad to see Gwandma Penny. :) It was rainy and lame, but shopping always alleviates weather (and other sorts of) woes.

Today I only work till noonish, and then I’m totally hittin’ the pool. To strangers who look at me, I’m quite dark; very tan-looking. But when all my sissies see me, they laugh at me because they say I’m so WHITE. Those fools are almost black with tan-ness. Don’t you love my new wordage? I need to copyright all this amazingness…but anyway then after the pool I’m headed to the-rapey (anyone ever see Girl, Interrupted haha?) at 4. I’m thinking I’m going to get a giant red stamp that says C U R E D in my file today. You know.

Speaking of cured…I’ll update you a bit on how things are going: my weight is still lower than it should be, but stable. Did you read that word…that STABLE word? You understand the meaning and significance of this, right? STABLE means that I’m not losing weight or wanting to tear off my clothes and run around the neighborhood nakey sobbing I DID MY BEST, I DID MY BEST, I DID MY BEST because of anxiety. Stable means I’m eating enough to maintain. Stable means you don’t hear embarrassing hungry tummy growls when you’re with me. Stable means that I am full of near-curedness. And that I’m also classy and fabulous, and that I do have proper grammar and spelling skills when needed. Absolutely. I should call Mr. Webster and update him on some of the finer details of the definition, as apparently STABLE and I are quite acquainted. ;)

Okay, well, have a good day. I’m going to go back to drinking my Diet Coke and noshing on my granola bar. Have fun doing something not as cool as me when I’m at the pool, suckas! Bye!