More emo bullshit
Apr. 27th, 2009 09:06 amWhy does Mercedes Lackey now find it necessary to put a sex scene in almost all of her books? And it's the same one in every book. I'd much rather leave some things up to the imagination - or not, because it wouldn't occur to me to imagine any of her characters naked, much less doing the horizontal mambo.
Yesterday was minorly depressing. We'd promised to take Katie to Chuck E. Cheese to use up the rest of the tokens and have a bit of fun, but she decided she'd rather go to the beach with her friend from downstairs. So we hung around the house and I went through a bunch of my shirts - I have no plain t-shirts without any stains or moth holes in them. I'd looked in Lane Bryant last weekend and didn't see anything I liked. So we went to Wal-Mart and I found nothing I liked - well, there was one thing, but it didn't fit me. I did get a new pair of walking shoes. And then we went to Ross where I found at least a dozen cute linen sundresses that I'd love to have, except those didn't fit, either. Well, they fit, kinda, but they were too tight in a few places. Which sucks, because I refuse to buy anything in the hopes that I'll lose weight - because it's not enough of a motivating factor - and if I do lose weight, by the time I can get into them and feel like they look good on me, they'll be gone.
So I joined sparkpeople, but I didn't get the chance to peruse the site because Ben turned off the computer and demanded attention. And then I had to make dinner - pulled pork, broccoli slaw, and corn on the cob with watermelon for dessert. Katie and I took a 10 minute walk before dinner and we complained about our feet hurting from earlier in the day the whole time. All I could think about was that she's getting so tall and her body's changing so fast.... I don't want her to end up like me.
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