Lame
From Bellybuttonporn
I only seem to blog when I'm sad. Unless I'm too sad, then I don't write anything at all.
A bunch of stuff happened recently. Some bad, some good.
I had been in talks with a couple of neat girls I'd like to have known better but they seemed to have fizzled out. It's not like I lost anything; I just didn't gain is all.
It's fine, I'm working on solving the problem. I should be a date-able size in about a year, I think. The other day I bought some new shirts and pants. I've gone down a pants size. In fact, now I'm down to the size where they don't charge extra, so that was exciting. That's one thing that annoys me about the skinny people I know always bitching about being fat. Have you ever had to fucking pay extra for clothes? Ever pay the fat tax? No? Okay, then shut your fucking cake hole. If you're worried about being fat and you don't know what I'm talking about, then consider yourself fucking lucky, you skinny asshole.
I bought a new suit. It looks pretty nice I suppose.
I got a new job in Des Moines. I went to interview with a place in San Diego, but that's a pretty big story, so I'll try to write about it later. I was freaking out a bit about the air travel, but I did enough research before-hand and rushed right into it. Once I've done something once, I'm fine from then on. Oh, and the new job pays a bit more.
Now I want to find a place in des moines to live so I don't have to commute from Ames. It's boring and expensive.
My sister left her husband, got back together, and has since left him again. My loss of enthusiasm for chronicling their wedding seems justified in retrospect.
Today I detailed my car interior. Tomorrow I hope to wash it if the weather gets in the 50's and doesn't rain. Well, I might still wash it in the rain, I'll just dry it in the garage.
It bothers me how quickly people seem to find other people. Then I realize, oh yeah, they can go places and do things. That's how they meet people. I hope to do that someday too.
