What was my resolution? She couldn't even give me the props to assume I was successful at the non-existant resolution I had (not) made for myself. She asked what was! Like she couldn't have been bothered to feign like I was successful at anything. My resolution is to be ME b*tch! My resolution is to be the same awkward overeating self I have always been. I think I might just come up with resolutions for the next time she asks me, and I know she will. "You know what, I did think of something... My resolution is to GAIN 20 pounds just so you have something to talk about. Fair enough?"
It actually might be quite difficult. The fact that I eat copious amounts of food (like I mean ridiculous quantities) and am still a size 5 eludes me. I'm actually famed for ordering cheeseburgers with sides of cheeseburgers. I'm basically the female version of Jughead from the Archie comics.
I just don't understand why women seem to be so snide and catty. I remember being younger and it used to really hurt my feelings, and I just tried soo hard to make everyone like me. I've since realised that no matter what you do somebody is always going to pick at you, and try to make you out to be less than you truly are, and I stopped trying so hard and have just fell into a comfortable, wonderfully easy sense of self.
I just don't get why people demean one another so much. It just seems so terrible to me. Maybe it stems from the same place that compels me to watch people eat glass, chalk and laundry soap on My Strange Addiction. Or maybe it stems from the same deep dark place that gives me such an animosity for Sidney Crosby. He's just so gross. It always looks like he's just slammed a giant glass of milk. Nasty milk breath, ugh! It gives me the willies!
Anyways! That's all for now! I leave you with the glorious image below...
Cheeseburger... yum!
Checkers <3 out!
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