This talk about jello cocktails has me reminiscent about freshman year with Jay when we were the hardcore jello shot eaters and no one else could hang. Good times. Jay, it looks like a place we have to go!
I'm feeling sort of creative lately. I think I'm going to reinvent Scenestress as an NYC specific travels/experiences essays sort of thing. I'm also going to add some my old site pre-blog posts to here (if I can). But all of that might be moot since I'm considering taking this guy up on his offer. But, money's kinda tight since I've got so many things I want to invest in. For a change, I'm not spending recklessly. I'm considering joining a gym because when even my Virtual Fit girl is looking like a hippy hippy hippo, I've had enough Double Cheeseburger Value Meals. I always forget that my genetic makeup has me predestined to expand outwards unless I'm up on that. I don't do enough right now to make my former "oh look, I keep forgetting to eat and lost 10 lbs!" methods work. For that, I have to be either hyperstressed/pressured or broke yet out and about. Being that I'm pretty chill, relatively settled down in something or another and not really up to anything, my bottom half is spinning out of control. Some Pilates will fix my fat ass...hopefully.
Posted by Candicissima at September 24, 2003 12:45 AM