:: Wednesday, August 11, 2004 ::

There's something so wrong with a world where a fat, unattractive man like Tony Soprano can score the most fit and beautiful woman I've seen all week. On what movie or television show do you ever see a fat, unattractive woman with confidence and power stroll into a Mercedes dealership and pick up the young, tight, dark-haired salesman and take him to the zoo for a quickie in the snake room? And what about a world that pushes breast implants on children but refuses to sell bras above a c-cup in any normal lingerie store? Even www.victoriassecret.com has Tyra Banks squished into bras that are obviously several sizes too small. I don't understand it. Maybe I'm just pissed off because I've been sick for the past two weeks, lying around eating carbohydrates and watching my energy level and self-image drop lower and lower until it finally began to wear a hole into the floor. How silly. I picked up a free copy of Dr. Atkins diet revolution, figuring if I'm going to hate it and mock it I might as well read it first. And I still think it's crap, except now I'm certain my body is suffering from sugar fatigue and my levels of candida yeast are thriving on the excess and making me ill. Note to self: throw evil and hypocritical book into recycling bin. Do not become armchair physician.

I'm... bored.

~song~ Tom Waits - Ice Cream Man

:: Katy 9:54 p.m. [+] :: ::