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This is when I state my sometimes monthly opinion of 'I hate being a girl!'.
Yeah, the guts, they feel like they would like to fall out.
I'm using the presciption strength ibuprophen pills from last year, and I still feel like someone is mangling my insides. So now I am both sore and drugged enough to be wonky.
...
Yay. And today is Wednesday at work--which means constant non-stop heavy boxes.
...shoot me.
BUT! Good news--at least the St. John's and primrose oil pills are doing their job, so at least I'm not pissy and crampy. Yay?
[/owie whining rant]
Heavy box+ rushing to finish absurd amounts of over-flow from yesterday+ not moving hand fast enough=
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
Big flipping bruise on left palm.
In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?
I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.
Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.
It was bloody flipping tempting though.
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Jan. 24th, 2005 06:18 amAnother 3 pounds have bitten the dust. :D
Down to 182, with the scale flickering down into 181. Only three more pounds to be my lightest adult wieght. Yay!!!!
^^
In other news, my project is going well. I haven't started writing the actual story, but am still working out things like the politics, some past history, the races and their roles, even silly things like costuming and architecture. Cool thing is, is that it's actually helping me redefine the plots, the characters themselves, and how certain interactions and situations will play through (or even how they're reached).
It's amazing how much can be shaped (or changed, in certain cases, since I'm cannibalizing several half-formed ideas, worlds, plots and combining them) by creating the world itself. It's even encouraged me to avoid the fangirl thing of insisting on keeping certain characters and situations the way they'd 'always had been', and instead putting them through some major overhauls so that they actually fit in and work well with the story.
This is, I think, a good thing.
Down to 182, with the scale flickering down into 181. Only three more pounds to be my lightest adult wieght. Yay!!!!
^^
In other news, my project is going well. I haven't started writing the actual story, but am still working out things like the politics, some past history, the races and their roles, even silly things like costuming and architecture. Cool thing is, is that it's actually helping me redefine the plots, the characters themselves, and how certain interactions and situations will play through (or even how they're reached).
It's amazing how much can be shaped (or changed, in certain cases, since I'm cannibalizing several half-formed ideas, worlds, plots and combining them) by creating the world itself. It's even encouraged me to avoid the fangirl thing of insisting on keeping certain characters and situations the way they'd 'always had been', and instead putting them through some major overhauls so that they actually fit in and work well with the story.
This is, I think, a good thing.
I've found a good use for large breast sizes besides giving guys the goggle of their life.
Cushioning.
The bruises are starting to show--one little point on my side...one HUGE swath on the side of my nice double d sized mammary glands...
I have never been so glad for my huge chest :D
Cushioning.
The bruises are starting to show--one little point on my side...one HUGE swath on the side of my nice double d sized mammary glands...
I have never been so glad for my huge chest :D
