~ Babypride ~

I don't blog so much anymore, because with my new job, writing for any reason is now like working overtime.
Welcome to the rat race.
Where you will stay, for the rest of your life.
Or at least until you're too old to have fun anyway.

I have been back in Richmond for 2 weeks, and I have actually not been eating as much as I thought I would.
I did not get to do the the pigging out that I usually do after I have been away from civilization for a while.

Mostly because I have loser friends who don't eat.



Work is full of bitches.
Who try to boss me around. And say crap things.
But that's fine.
Because they are probably just secretly jealous that their cars are not all dragon pimped like mine.
Although they have never seen it because I don't drive to work.
I suppose they are just jealous of my big head then.
Good thing thinking caps aren't real. Cause I wouldn't be able to fit into them.
It would just look like a Jewish cap on me.
And then it wouldn't work.
And then I would just get fired.

I have started this thing where I don't eat until roughly 1:30pm...
Which sucks because I don't have breakfast or thinking caps to make my brain work.

And then I kind of catch onto the end of lunch by eating brunchnner.
Which is breakfast, lunch and dinner combined together.

Except I do eat again at like 8pm.
Also I don't really drink water.

Plus I'm not flexible anymore.
Because I never stretch anymore.
Because I don't have time.
Except for the bit where I'm playing Guild Wars or watching TV.

So I was just lifting my leg this morning and it stopped.
And I was like "nah, it can't possibly stop here" so I tried to lift it some more.
Except it wouldn't lift any more.
And I was so shocked until I realized I haven't done leg stretches in about a billion years.
A billion years also translates to roughly four months.

My life is gooooood.

Farhad brought home a donut for me.

I said, "Yum! Why is there only one?"

He said, "I just wanted to make you happy, beautiful girl."

Which made me real confused.


Then I realized.

He thought I meant: "You only got one for me? But what about you, dear boyfriend?"

What I actually meant was: "Only one? But I want two."

*Wipes mouth on Farhad's shirt.*
*Farhad turns to look at me.*

Me: "...Whatever it seems like, it is actually not me drying my mouth on your shirt."
Farhad: "... Oh."
Me: "Yeah."
Farhad: "Is it boogers?"
Me: "No."
Farhad: "What is it then?"
Me: "...It's love."
Farhad: "Oh, okay, good."



One of the company's passengers gives them a cherry pie.
Farhad brings it home.

Farhad: "Cut a third of it for us."
Me: "Okay."
Farhad: "Okay, I'm going to bring the rest of it back, and then come back."
Me: "Why are you coming back?"
Farhad: "...To eat some."
Me: "Oh. Darn. Well you better hurry cause I don't noe if there will still be some when you get back."

Wtf snow? It's September.

I didn't take a picture till most of it was melted away though.




But Farhad is all good because he has his whole winter outfit going on.
Also I didn't take a picture good cuz he was rushing for a flight and had no time for things like a picture-taking girlfriend.





But that's not a problem, because I have something known as elite photoshop skills.





Tsk. He is obviously so lucky to have a talented girlfriend like me.


I never knew that I like dried apricots.
I suppose I've just always assumed that since my mom likes it, I wouldn't.
And also because there has always been food that looks more appealing.
But I suppose you shouldn't judge a dried fruit by its shriveled dull appearance.
Who knew that it tastes a thousand times better than normal apricots?
Normal apricots don't taste good.