I've got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace!

Just a quickie, before the post with the new blogger award...


The step-monsters are finally gone! HOORAH!!!!


I think I'm finally caught up on all my commenters. Now hopefully I can get a chance to go through all of the other blogs I'm following and leave all of you lovelies comments. I haven't had time to do that in aaaaages!


The dictionary seems to think that "commenters" is not a word. WELL GUESS WHAT BIOTCHES, IT IS NOW. 


Amber made me a picture!! She made it after the lady from that university was going around leaving many of us that message about participating in their "pro-ana blog" study. I agreed to participate, but I made quite a few things very clear beforehand. Mainly my own feelings on being labeled "pro-ana."

I love this, like a lot. 

But as difficult as it is, sometimes we just have to stop, take a breath, and remember that most people are woefully ignorant of what it is actually like to live with an eating disorder. 


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Weekend recap!


Yesterday (Sunday), my friends D and T and myself went to Luna Parc.

This guy only opens his house up to the public once a year. I wanted to steal pretty much everything. Or better yet, slaughter him and his roomies, bury them in the cement floor in the basement, and move in. 


It at least gave me hope that someday I might be able to put my hoarding to good use. 


Greatest bathroom of all time:

I couldn't fit the whole thing in one photo and there were too many people to take more decent pics, but aside from the super funness you can see there, they had a circle of loose rocks in the middle of the room with the shower faucet directly on top of it. Like I can't even form words to describe how much I want that house. I'll post more photos when T gets hers up on Facebook. 


I did take this pic, because it reminded me of a good episode of Millennium:

And I really wanted to steal this sign:

After that, we stopped at the Chatterbox Diner.

Totally awesome. And I managed to control myself and not binge! I had most of a hamburger with BBQ sauce, onions, and bacon, but left most of the bun and had a small side salad instead of fries. 

I tried stealing the car, but there were too many people watching. 

Then we took a 2 hour detour on the way home and went to the beach. Here I am in praying mantis sunglasses:

Stylin'!


And my supplies:

I was texting Cinnamon Brown while I was there. I think she was horrified at my choice in suntan lotion.


Despite my epic whiteness, I don't really get burned that easily. I don't tan either. Sunlight just bounces off my skin, which is why I often look like I'm radioactive in photographs. 


I sent Little Sis a pic of my legs, because we like to compare whiteness. I think I'm winning, because at the moment her legs are still fake-tanned.

I wish I had a proper gap when standing. 

So aside from some drama (not explaining it, as it would take too long; but I will admit to being kind of an a$*hole), we had a very nice time. 


Off to the gym now! I'm skipping my writing group tonight. I'm really just not feeling it. I need to run off some nervous energy.


Super awesome epic fun ridiculousness coming soon!


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