Weigh-in day at Weight Watchers didn’t go so well. I gained a pound. After a waging a week-long battle to NOT to dive face first into gourmet cupcakes. Up a pound. And the Weight Watchers counselor asked me what I could have done better. How about nothing, bitch. NOTHING! I didn’t do anything wrong. You [...]
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Smelly rats and sponge pants
November 16th, 2009
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Dear Diary: Well, today really blew chunks. We got skunked again. Third time this year. Two dogs outside just after midnight and some stink rodent cuts a huge one all over the dogs, all over our house, all over my life. Spent the night in the family room with the dogs to contain the stench [...]
Prisoner #, uh, I mean patient #FU496813
November 7th, 2009
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I was sitting in a meeting on Thursday afternoon. A pretty typical meeting, but not the kind that makes you want to bash your skull into the table. During this meeting, I noticed kind of a squeezing feeling in my left arm. Not enough to make me go “ouch”, but enough to make me go [...]
