In Which I Should Probably Cut Back On Something

Coffee has been my friend for at least four of the last seven days. The cigarettes have been doing their job of keeping the appetite in check, even if they do make a bagel sound flipping fantastic. But this is all good, the bones are starting to resurface. However, to combat the fact that all my favorite things in life stain my teeth, I have been gargling with peroxide and brushing with baking soda. Who knew caring was a full time job?

My goal is to lose at least ten pounds by the time my birthday celebration weekend rolls around (sept 3-6). Basically I am going on a makeover blitz. August is going to be the time of the haircut I've been prattling on about for so long, a slimdown, and the highly anticipated new tattoo (possibly new piercing as well, but we'll see about that).

Consider this the rebirth of slick. I will be cool like dat.

I make myself unnecessarily nervous. I am like a long-tailed cat at a rocking chair convention, and I should channel that energy into something like packing. Or cleaning.

But I'd rather channel that energy into bacon.

I think I'm to the point where the notion of moving home doesn't spin me into a tizzy of nausea and fear. However, it does concern me as to the maintainance of my relationship. Not so much between me and Matt, another couple hours won't change much, but it's really more of a matter of listening to my mother run her mouth that bothers me. If I want to go visit, I am probably going to have to set aside two days to convince her, plus endure a lecture of epic porportions. But who knows, she actually called me to apologize for an argument we had saturday, so anything is possible.

The latest incarnation of Scooby Doo Adventures (Scooby Doo, Mystery Incorporated)is visually weird. Not in the good way.

I keep seeing Band-Aid commercials and thinking of Barry mannilow. He did write the jingle after all.

Here's to believing.