now where was I?

Stampede happened without fail
this year and I was untouched
by the rigor mortised hand of what
made Calgary, Calgary. The Stampede.
Flash forward a few days -- I had one friend
mad at me for one thing, then a day later
another friend mad as well.
I figure as long as I still like me, it can't
be all that bad.
And before you ask, one fight was due to
a friend being ignorant to my needs
and the other friend was ignorant to
my needs as well. I am really not that needy.
(he says quite needfully)

Anywho, with bad self image in my brain
I decided I needed to lose some weight.
Did you know I was eating about 4000 cals
a day? holy fat fag! no one likes a fat fag, and
no one licks a fat fag either.
So that came to a screeching halt, now I am at about 2000
a day. I've lost a shit load of weight. *yaay me*

Today I got my other nipple pierced. It went so smoothly,
not at all like how I remembered it when I had my first
one done 11 years ago. 11 years ago my friend, let's call her
Becca so she can remain anonymous, and I were terribly
bored. We called her brother for an idea of what to do.
He said to go get something pierced -- so we did. Or should I
say, I did. Wheels and Caitlin were never as spontaneous as us.

ANYWHO,
I also picked up a treadmill this weekend for my dog.
Italian Greyhounds like to run, who knew?