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| Current music: | Beyonce and Jay-z - Crazy in Love |
Meow
I was thinking... I want a dog. I want something that'll follow me, listen to me, keep me company, play with me, and actually understand what's going on rather than stretching out on the ground, yawning and turning around n walking away. My cat Scuffy does that. Mouna was more of a dog... but the cutie ran away... *sigh*
First thing I'm gonna do when I move out, be it alone or of I'm married, is going to buy a doggy. They add so much spice to your life. I remember my old dog. His name was spunky... I used to come home and play with him for like an hour. He was so entertaining. Then my mother wanted to give him away because he stained her japonese curtains when he was in the potty training process. She decides this after two years of having him.
I just miss having something to care for. Cats are alright I suppose. They are sexy animals and all, and good for cuddling with, but I want something more responsive.
I looked at myself in the mirror today after my shower. I'm getting out of hand. I used to be a hardbody. I can't stand looking at myself now. In a period of 18 months I went from a size 2/3 and 108lbs to a size 7 and 138lbs. I can't stand it. I've never ever felt self conscious. If anything I've always been confident when it came to my appearance, but holy. These aren't even classified as love handles anymore! Starting tonight I'm gonna jog before I go to bed. I'm up till like 3am anyway so at least I'll preoccupy myself with something. By December I wanna be back to my old size. I'm giving myself up till December because that's when we wanna go to Cancun or Cuba, my friends and I.
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