the root of my recent weight issue is drinking.



...i apparently suck at beer bong. i shouldn't have opened the hose all the way.
oh wells, i will soon master the bong because it's an art and i love art. heh.

i should lay off the alcohol if i am to lose some of my flabbydabdab. all i do whenever i'm with the boys is drink like a man. i keep forgetting that even though i have always been regarded as one of the boys, i am not a boy and thus should act more like a lady and cross my legs because sticking my little pinky up in the air is obviously not lady-enough.

it sucks always being considered as one of the boys though. being one of the boys immediately strikes you off as a potential girlfriend in their primitive minds (offense intended heh). they don't see you as someone they could eventually have a relationship with but instead as that girl who drinks and cusses like a boy. someone even once said, in his drunken grandeur, that i should have been born a boy because being a girl doesn't suit me. seriously, he should have kept his mouth shut. offense much?

i do not wish to have been born a boy thank you very much. i love being a girl and i intend to stay that way, so shut up about your stupid 'lystra will eventually undergo a sex-change' theory. so not going to happen because as much as i may detest monthly periods, i adore my vagina and will never trade it in for a dick. i really should have stabbed him in the eye with a rusty nail; but since i was equally drunk, i simply ignored that idiotic comment and downed more bottles of beer.

gah, there i go again making myself seem like a total lush.
i don't drink that much. not really. i don't think so anyways. do i?

p.s. i make the worst pancakes in the history of mankind. they're a fugly blueberry mess. i fail.