Come Mister Tally Man, Tally Me Banana......

If I don't get that song out of my head, I'm going to hurt someone. Lesson learned: it is a bad idea to watch Beetlejuice at 3.00 in the morning. 


Caved and binged last night. [::iwillnotflipout::]


:D


I know, I know--FAIL. But I am human (yes, it's hard for me to believe, too). 
One bad binge on weekends will not kill me. Especially since I do very well [::knockonwood::] during the week. 
Last night's evil:
- ice cream
- peanut butter
- oreos
- milk (at least 'twas skim)
- fiber bars
- crumb cake (EFF YOU crumb cake 100-cal packs!!!)


I could not lax-purge, as I'm going to a friend's house this afternoon, and that might have been embarrassing. So today I had a small bowl of cereal for brekkie, and will work out for a minimum of 800 calories as soon as Mum gets off the treadmill. I wanted to fast, but the fam is coming for dinner, and there's no way I can get out of eating with them. I'll do the next best thing--take over the cooking of the roast chicken and veg so I can make sure nothing gets Contaminated (Mum puts like 5 sticks margarine in everything, and step-dad likes to ruin perfectly good vegetables by overcooking them with too much butter). 


More later, I lost my train of thought...


Check this blog out: the most recent pics are AWESOME. 


Some lovely skinny ladies who are not famous enough:

Mink Stole! 
I have idolized Mink for fifteen years, ever since I rented Pink Flamingos at age eleven (I think I've mentioned mum's lack of censorship before...). Thus began the John Waters phase. It was all downhill from there. 




















In a similar vein, I saw Blue Velvet at age 12.

Isabella Rossellini is my other patron saint.

Emily Browning. Why isn't she in more films? She's GORGEOUS!!! I would sell my soul to Satan hisself to look like her.

Maya Deren. Look up her films on youtube. 

Anais Nin. She had an affair with Henry Miller, AND his wife, June. At the same time. Mum used to read her erotic fiction--I found it in her closet when I was in high school. 














Mink again, because I can:

Have a great day, ladies!

I've had the same song on repeat on my ipod for 3 days.

"Anteroom of Death," on Tarja's new album. I can't get enough. 

I am so addicted to It Girl on Facebook now. Thanks a lot Kazehana and Flushed! Now instead of shopping and dressing up like a hoor in real life, I can do it on the computer. 

It upsets me that I can't make myself more blonde. And who do I have to kill to get a bollocky pair of fishnets?!?

I had a mini-binge last night. Me and the girls went out to the pub, and I had a bowl of my soup (155) before I left and planned to have only 1 Guinness (I was driving). And then one friend gets a burger and I caved. We go to this Irish pub in Pearl River, and they have THE BEST burger and chips EVER. I only ate half of the food I got, but obviously I still felt like a piggy. I was toying with the idea of pigging out on ice cream, peanut butter, cereal, oreos, and fiber bars when I got home, but I actually managed to talk myself out of Feck-It-Mode. I had a cup of almond milk with splenda and cinnamon, had a herbal smokey treat, resisted the munchies, and decided to read all of your lovely blogs instead of eating. 


Right before I left the house last night, at around 6.30 my friend Paul #2 starts texting me for the first time in ages. He's this guy Older Sis #2 used to work with, and she tried setting us up on a date. It sort of worked--we screw around occasionally, but never actually got into a relationship. He's kind of an arrogant douchebag; I think between the two of us it would be way too much ego in one relationship. So we're friends who kind of dislike each other, and we watch horror movies, drink, and have sleepovers.


Our conversation:
Paul#2:     :p
Me:      :O
Paul#2: What you up to tonight?
Me:  Dinner and drinks with the girlies. U?
Paul#2: Drinkin alone in my tavern.
Me:  Sounds like good times.
Paul#2: Not really.
Me:  Feel like doing something later? We'll probably be leaving the pub at like 9 or 9.30. Want me to come over?
Paul#2: Maybe. Idk. You prob don't want to deal with me like this.
Me:  I don't mind. I'll be up by your house anyway dropping ppl home.
Paul#2: That would be awesome. But I'm not in a good place. 
Me:  [rapidly losing patience] Ok, I'll stop by around 10.
[He doesn't respond for like 20 mins.]
Paul#2: No no no, gonna ride solo. But thanks.
Paul#2: [5 mins later] Actually yeah, could you stop by? I mean if you haven't made plans yet.
Me:  Of course!
Paul#2: [5 mins later] U kno what, nevermind. I just wanna be alone I think.
-_-


Like seriously, was it necessary to waste like 30 minutes of my precious time?


Going to work out now, my lovelies! Hope you're all having a spectacular weekend.