kira-kira

Week 7

186 lbs.

Week 5

187 lbs. Eating was... so-so.

Week 4

187 lbs.

Week 3

191 lbs.

I am a freight train.

Week 2

194.5 lbs. I wore my lightest clothes to weigh in tonight. My eating was excellent.

Week 1

199.5 lbs.

My eating was spot on.

Day 1

202 lbs. Ugh. Oh well: It's a place to start.


P.S. If you're following this blog from this point forward, prepared to be bored watching self-indulgent, exercise/weight watching crapola.

my friend would say
when all the world's your opponent
that makes you stronger

i would say
when all the world's your opponent
it makes you a stranger

My May 3rd, 2007 post...

One of the two guys in that post just got divorced. She instigated it.

She told him "I like girls and I want a divorce."

Oof.

We're supposed to play volleyball tonight. Hopefully his spirits will improve in time.

And I also want to pimp "When it don't come easy" by Patty Griffin. (While I'm at it.)

I just haven't been talking about it. I wrote an author recently. Hopefully she'll write me back.

For a good time, make a profile on last.fm and type in jaymay as the artist. If you're lucky it'll play "Gray and Blue".

Pretty good tune.

Fuck Tibet, Paris Hilton is free.

(insert ticket tape parade with glitter. lots of magical. glitter.)

This site may be entertaining...
www.thepuppinisisters.com

When love becomes a power trip, that's not love.

It's my conviction on this which makes me think and wonder if I'll ever be a parent.

Two unrelated ideas, but they're related in my mind.


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Also...

I have a friend whose wife works around babies. She wants to have another baby. They have 4. My friend is not goin' for that.

Well...

The A/C has been out in the car for awhile now. I noticed it, particularly, on the drive to and from Arkansas last weekend, when I drove with the window down, arm resting on the ledge, wind in my hair. Aaaah.

And around town, driving, elbow jutting out into the road, arm resting where the window would be (were it not down).

I got out of the shower tonight and noticed I have a farmer's tan. On my left arm only.

It's attractive.

We accept.
Then we compete.
Next we rebel.
We attach.
Then we compete.
Then we accept or reject.
Compete.
Accept/Reject.
Then we cooperate.

Visited my friend, Jason, in Arkansas last weekend. We went to church Sunday morning.

I guess I left the experience, wondering:

1. Who owns this place?

2. And, ?

? They had these projection screens for song words on the right and video clips on the left. If I want to watch TV or look at my computer, I can do that anywhere. The last place I want to look at another damn screen is church.

A middle aged woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.
While
on the operating table, she had a near death experience. Seeing God,
she
asked," Is my time up?"

God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live.
"
Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a
face-lift, brow lift, lip enhancement, boob job, liposuction, and a
tummy
tuck. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital.
While
crossing the street on her way home, she was hit and killed by a car.


Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had
another 40
years? Why didn't you pull me out of the path of the car?"

God replied,













"Giiirrrlllllll, I didn't even recognize you."