Birthday Eve.

I hope you can see now that I’m sort of a birthday diva. Because it is birthday eve and it has, again, been EXTREMELY busy today, I can’t really say much.

I will say that I am HIGHLY frustrated because the bread that I love, Nature’s Own Honey Wheat Light, has been really bad the past two times I’ve gotten it. The last two loaves have gone moldy in less than a week. I haven’t done anything different or changed where I put it. It’s frustrating because it makes me feel like the first pieces I ate might have been bad AND I’m wasting money.

Anyway, I will try it again but if it happens a third time, I might have to consider switching up. The only other thing I wanted to bring up was a question. I was at the mall today and a few people just walked right through me like I was invisible. For some reason, I always attribute this to my weight. My question is, I guess, is it better to be fat and invisible or fat and noticed? I mean it hurts when you are at a club and a guy walks right through you to get to a hot girl (which is many times your friend). But sometimes, to be noticed means that they call attention to your weight. I don’t know and by no means do I want to be emo but just curious...do you think fat people are invisible in society and seen as lazy and which is worse...disappearing or being called out?

There is no real way to transition after that so I don’t think I will try. I bought some shoes online that didn’t fit so I was able to return them. Instead of saving that money, I turned right around and bought me some Egyptian Cotton sheets. Happy birthday to me right? Ugh, I hate feeling bad for buying things...but I just LOVE good sheets and I haven’t had any since I moved into my apartment.

Well, I will blog tomorrow if I can wade through all the food that is going to be at my desk and at my lunch and dinner tables.

Have a great afternoon! I know I will...I’m going to Moe’s!

“And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no.” Sober-Kelly Clarkson