Last night Eric came over and we hung out watching television and sharing music files. I think he copied a little over a gig of music from me. Jorge called later in the night and asked if he could crash on my sleeper sofa so he wouldn’t have to drive all the way home. So yeah, he’s probably still there, asleep in my apartment. Bizzarre.
Not sure what I want to do this weekend. I’m looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow, I’m extremely excited about it. I’m exhausted! These allergies are killing me! I have three movies from Netflix at home, so I have plenty to watch this weekend. Maybe I’ll just hibernate inside all weekend eating junk food and watching my belly grow. Sounds sexy right?
Eh, I’ve run out of things to say.
Feeling: full of chicken fingers and fries
Hearing: Ali featuring Murphy Lee - Boughetto
That’s the great thing about the stress of a break-up…I quit eating and lose weight the way God intended it. Only problem is I am not at my fat-n-happy winter weight (as I usually am when I get kicked to the curb) so don’t have much room to lose. Me being the kicker for a change just don’t seem natural.
So I just had an ice cream sandwich to try and stay within my marketable weight range.
Left by Mark on October 21st, 2005