Magic

I was going to sit down and write a completely miserable and whiney post as I usually do, lamenting over the pathetic state of my non-existent love life. Then I remembered: I don't give a damn! Haha, silly me. Old habits die hard, I guess.

I've been on a mission for the past few weeks. Literally, since I joined the gym. I go almost every other day, and I work out. It's completely unattractive and I sweat like no one's business, but I, again, don't give a damn. I'm determined to lose all my extra weight (already am down a kilo), and become the hottest creature in the world. I will also be ruthless- and crush men's dream until I am finally satisfied. There are various aspects to my plan:

1. Minimize my calorie intake, and just eat better in general. More veggies!
2. Work out regularly.
3. Continue in idolizing Cristina Hendricks.
4. That includes my new dye job which will occur upon my arrival at home...
5. Go tanning. But only a little. Just so my tummy isn't so pasty pale.
6. Buy clothes that really suit me.

Yup. It'll take months, and it'll be a real ordeal- but I am determined. I feel like I have something to prove, to many people. I won't elaborate on whom, but there are quite a few individuals. And they're going to EAT THEIR WORDS. Maniacal? Yes, very much so.

"Everyone knows, I've got the magic in me."

byeee!