Thursday, February 16, 2012

Letter Eight


Okay kids...this isn't my usual way of doing things...but maybe that's why I keep gaining weight. I need some accountability, even if it's all in my head, at least I know I have shared my plan with the outside world. It might help me to take my health a little more seriously. My goal is to lose 30 pounds of fat. I always have ridiculous amounts of energy and I used to be very active. My diet has actually improved a lot since high school...but metabolism has prevented that from effecting my body positively. I have decided to go pescetarian for awhile. This is not a lifetime commitment, but perhaps for the spring and summer and see how I feel about it. I gave up meat for Lent last year, and I kind of loved it. I am also not going to eat any bread. I gave up bread a few months ago for health reasons and found that I lost weight rapidly. Bread is my homeboy, so this should be interesting. Also, for the sake of my sensitive skin and just my health in general, I am sticking with no caffeine, unless it's tea. I can handle black and green teas, but I need to lay off espresso and coffee for awhile. Employment at Starbucks with meat, bread, and coffee should make this quite a challenge. Oh, and I of course plan on working out. At least a half hour a day. That is the plan. And I wanted to share it with everyone so that maybe I will take it seriously this time. Wish me luck. I wanna rock out a killer bathing suit this year. ;) 

Letter Seven

I just can't stop thinking about raspberries today. I want a whole handful, preferably dipped in dark chocolate, that I can just pop into my mouth like little pieces of candy. Mmm hmm. Tart, juicy morsels from Heaven...or just a market...all the same, nommy nommy. That's all for today. 

Monday, February 6, 2012

Letter Five


If the businessmen drink my blood
Like the kids in art school said they would
Then I guess I'll just begin again
You say, "Can we still be friends?"


If I was scared...I would
And if I was bored...you know I would
And if I was yours...but I'm not


All the kids have always known
That the emperor wears no clothes
But they bow to down to him anyway
It's better than being alone


If I was scared...I would
And if I was bored...you know I would
And if I was yours...but I'm not


Now you're knocking at my door
Saying please come out with us tonight
But I would rather be alone
Than pretend I feel alright


If the businessmen drink my blood
Like the kids in art school said they would
Then I guess I'll just begin again
You say, "Can we still be friends?"


If I was scared...I would
And if I was pure...you know I would
And if I was yours...but I'm not


Now I'm ready to start


If I was scared...I would
And if I was pure...you know I would
And if I was yours...but I'm not


Now I'm ready to start


Now I'm ready to start
I would rather be wrong
Than live in the shadows of your song
My mind is open wide
And now I'm ready to start


Now I'm ready to start
My mind is open wide
And now I'm ready to start
And I'm sure you opened the door
To step out into the dark


Now I'm ready

Friday, February 3, 2012

Letter Four



Tonight I will dance at the masquerade
A drink, so I am up to the task
These games that we play; our own charade
Whilst hiding behind our masks
I tire of lies, I hate this disguise
But my mask is now part of my skin
No part is my own, except for my eyes
Always searching the room for more sin.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Letter Three


I have found that sometimes the simplest words can unearth even the tiniest amount of joy hidden within the darkness of a bad day. This little piece of foil, wrapped around a chocolatey morsel, did that for me this evening. Anyone who has been lucky enough to have witnessed the epic tale of Julie Johnson yearning to be a ginger, can understand why this happy, little token has become a precious gem in the metaphorical treasure box of my week. 


Songs of Solomon...I just read it. Perfect for today. Lots of giggling and swooning for this lady.