can't keep my hands out the cookie jar

No, for real, I'm gaining weight because I'm obsessed with food and I haven't been exercising the way I should. What I need to do is make friends with some rails so I'm constantly inspired. Le sigh. Model through it, Keenyah style! Ha. She was so wack.

It's the weekend. I have several DVDs that I've bought but have yet to watch, so I'll try to pop in a couple of those before Sunday night. I also have to do a team-building exercise for work. The cliqueyness is already solidified, and there are people on my blacklist who will forever be on my blacklist, and I think almost everyone else feels the same way. Also, I think it's trife to force people who are legitimately terrified of heights to do that. Like, we work at the union - isn't that sufficient psychological trauma? And this isn't like a Real World/Road Rules challenge where people at least have the chance to make mad bank. So basically, the whole situation is dumb and that's almost a consensus. One of the managers said that one of the potential repercussions for not going is a write up. Really? Really? Disciplinary action because someone doesn't want to do a ropes course? Entirely too militant/fascist. I don't recall "team-building" being a part of my job. Whatever.

Lol, I'm so riled up about this. I mean, it's only three hours of life so it's not that crucial, but it's the principle of the matter.

I put purple streaks in my hair a couple of hours ago. No real reason why. I went to Sally's Beauty Supply last weekend and they had that cheapo temporary spray-on dye so I felt compelled to purchase some "just in case". So yeah. I don't know, it's not super noticeable but it's a little different and that's cool, or whatever. It's like a throwback to middle school days when I used to put blue or green streaks in my micro-braids. Oh, I was the very definition of hot, mmhm. Except not at all. Not much has changed!

Paz, justicia, y ferocidad para siempre!

1 comments:

    On 11:36 PM J. said...

    lol you are wrong from bringing Keenyah up. That child had some many problems...like bread, donuts and african men.