bangin' chips

he said: are you losing weight?
i thought: nah, you're just getting used to the belly

how can i lose weight? seriously, dude. losing 40 pounds was a piece of cake. haha, mmmmm, cake - moist cake. gaining back enough weight to go up 2-1/2 dress sizes (i can't say it, i can't admit that it's probably more like 3) must have come from having the cake and eating it too, huh? i hate that damn phrase.

it's funny though . . . i literally woke up one day and committed 3 months of eating like a bird and the weight just fell off. no exercise, no nothing. it's a blur to me now (even though it really wasn't THAT long ago).

that's right y'all. it's time to start another mission. project: get skinny.

by get skinny i mean . . . psyche!

ok, for real. i just want to pick up a size (a single digit) and be able to slide that bad boy on. that's it. project: single digit.

watch out now

so here's to the last bag of chips in the house. after you, there will be no more.

(insert: crunch)

hell hath frozen over

hey y'all

so what's up? how you been? i can't believe it's been a year but it's been the most amazing year so it's totally worth it (the sabbatical). trust me. it was worth it. i love how happiness completes so many things. it just all makes sense now. easy. easy & clear. i love you for being here. now stay tuned. once i organize my thoughts, i promise to write you something funny. peace & love, m

i almost forgot my favorite conversation of the week

snoop is so funny. classic:

TMZ spotted Snoop walking to his car after his dinner, and he wasn't shy with his choice of words regarding the paparazzi, saying, "Damn, is Britney Spears around this muthaf***er?" And when someone asked the Doggfather if he felt like Britney, he quipped, "Hell naw, I ain't feelin' nothing like her! I'm keeping my hair and my kids!"

*_*

maaaaaaaaaan, you gotta be on your game to be a blogger these days. but i ain't complainin' because at least you're reading it.

don't you love it (sarcasm) when you're totally bummed out about something and then you read your horoscope and it's just really what you're going through!! damn. here's mine:

something needs to change -- maybe the furniture, maybe something smaller. your living or working space has been bugging you for ages, but you never really noticed it until now. fix it up soon!

i mean. it's as if the goddess of the horoscopes actually sees how bad my laundry runneth over and just couldn't take it any longer. oh gosh and my craft station. i'm stressed out, dude. i need a bigger place. definitely.

what a day.

did i do the laundry? no, but i don't do laundry on weekends (apparently i don't do it on weekdays either)

did i organize my art space? ugh, i'm working on a project

stress is a trip. i can't pin point one thing. it's lots of things. everything adds up and then it just pops!! thank god i have this blog. well, if i'm not naming all the crap then i guess having a blog is irrelevent, huh. oh. no it's not. thank god i have the blog because the blog is stressfree. whew.

things are looking up.

sweet sixteen excuses to unexpectantly stop blogging, choose one:

• the hills is back on
• i'm planning a bridal shower (not mine)
• i'm planning a wedding (not mine)
• i'm planning a housewarming (not mine)
• i've being obsessively compulsed with spacebags (mine)
• i can't pickup my neighbor's internet as easy as before
• i got a blackberry
• i can't blog from my blackberry
• i can blog from my blackberry but i haven't figured it out yet
• i bought this hip hop cardio video workout dvd and i can't move
• i started taking extended naps
• i don't know
• writer's blog, i mean block
• i wanted to see if i'd be missed
• i forgot
• i needed a mental health sabbatical
• i now love chewing gum (oh wait . . . that's seventeen - bonus!!)