Tonight, I ended the standstill I had going with trying on my bridesmaid’s dress. I have had the dress for about a month. I didn’t go to get it altered. Why? Because I knew I was fat, that’s why. On top of swearing too much, I also eat too much. Conversely, sometimes I forget to eat. In health speak, this equates to a giant frowny face that means “this is why you’re fat.” If I were trying to be positive, I would say, “Well, Amanda, you’re not obese! You have boobs! You sometimes work out! And every now and then… I’m not done yet.
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I’ve been neglecting Beattie, only because I can’t find the book anymore. My days, lately, have been concerned with G(ing)TFO. I sorta solved my problem from yesterday, but it’s going to take a lot of money (and time, a whole lot of precious time). The new management said that the current tenants are moving out tomorrow at 1, and I could get my keys at 6p. I couldn’t find a mover in such short notice, so now I’m moving out Saturday. To stay two extra days in my apartment, I have to pay $62. To use movers, I anticipate $400…. I’m not done yet.