sunny afternoon
Yes, even chubby girls like to sit outside in skimpy paisley bikinis and paint their toenails bright pink. I actually have teeny-weeny tan lines, amazing because I don’t tan.

yellow bush
inner voice: Oh come ON not more pictures of bushes and grass and shit.
me: Fuck off, the nice-weather-in-Seattle phase goes faster than you can imagine, and I’m gonna soak it up.

purple flower clumps
We could all use more cuhluh in our lives.

purple bush

a new dogfriend
Maggie and Molly meet a new dogfriend at the park.

happy whiteboard penis
Er, well, you know how it is.

yogurt
If I’m being particularly “good” then oftentimes I will just have a single yogurt for lunch, which I eat slowly. How do you say…eating disordered, much? Speaking of eating disorders, yesterday I watched “Thin“, a documentary following 4 women hospitalized for anorexia. They don’t look that tiny plodding up to the scale in their billowing hospital gowns, but when the scale reads 83 then you go, whoooaaaa. Yikes. A cautionary tale.

Today I see my therapist, so I get to show her the “emotional ups and downs” chart I made. No revelations–in March I was becoming extremely depressed and then in April I had my nervous breakdown and quit working. Holy shit, I haven’t worked since April! I just turned in a job application today, though, so we’ll see. PART TIME PLEASE GOD THAT’S ALL I ASK IS PART TIME.

Also: yesterday’s shocking 11 pound weight loss was a fluke. Fucking digital scale, why must you taunt me so?

* So it wasn’t until last night when I was watching a documentary about John Lennon’s first solo album “Plastic Ono Band” that I realized he sings the song “Love”, which is played at the end of “Adam and Steve” and makes me cry every damn time. Here is the video on youtube, such a beautiful song.

Update: I just watched the video and tears rolled down my face. So maybe it wasn’t “Adam and Steve” that made me cry, just that song. Sniff.