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April 17, 2008
The Scale.
Dear Diary,
This entry is likely to be followed by "The Measuring Tape". I just want you to know that I purchased a digital scale. Thus far I am displeased with the discrepancy between the "Old Number" and the "New Number". This rude increment must be defeated.
I'll write more after I kill the scale.
-me.
P.S This morning my fellah asked me if I was drumming in my dreams last night. I had to confess that I dreamt that I was a drummer on American Idol, playing the bongos for Jason Castro. Apparently, I "played" the bed last night.
*sigh*
Posted by lysa at April 17, 2008 9:18 AM
Comments
Muscle weighs more than fat (I'm told). May want to consider giving up midnight jam sessions if you want your arms to lose their Schwarzeneggeristics.
Posted by: Kbee at April 17, 2008 10:04 AM
1 day with the scale and already she wishes it harm. Sounds like someone has a bit of roid rage.
And comes out with the truth bb, we all know you replaced Jason Castro with David Boreanizaszsissisz, American Idol with the back of a Chevy, and bongos with "the taut buns of".
Posted by: booboo at April 17, 2008 11:26 AM
jason castro? are you sure it wasn't a Bong instead bongos?
Posted by: scottie at April 17, 2008 6:49 PM
i feel your scale discrpency pain - mine is SO much nicer than my dr's! i send it zen-vibes of forcefieldness to fend of the lysa wrath. *woom woom*
Posted by: DivaRat at April 17, 2008 7:30 PM
now you wanna lose the arms?
meanwhile, playing in your dreams constitutes a sickness my dear ;) lol
Posted by: b at April 22, 2008 8:45 AM