family fat
Monday, Jun. 03, 2002, 5:41 P.M.

If there were any days out of the blue where I'd want to run naked outside *shriek!* today would be the day. I want to shock people today for some reason. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day. We're moving to a smaller apartment, as I said, and we're selling a lot of stuff. Well the point of me telling you again is that my Uncle (they should make a horror movie out of the man) is coming over tomorrow with my cousin to look at a dresser thingy that she is thinking of buying. Now I would normally be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to get this place in order, but nuts to him. I should shock him speechless so he dosen't say anything tomorrow. Maybe I'll blast a little Marilyn Manson and open the door dressed in leather. Nope. Perhaps I could rent a bear suit and chase him down the street while my cousin looks at the dresser. Or perhaps I could just dress like a boy and dress Adam up as a girl and we could blast porn music. That'll get 'em out of here quick. I don't really care if my cousin comes over but I want that man out of here as soon as I can. I should get a mask that looks like his face and open the door and he'd see a fat girl with his face and maybe that would scare him. Oh geez. I think I've cracked.

I think that we're going to get Vicki's apartment. My landlord said that as soon as she moves out we can get her apartment since it's smaller and it's much cooler since her apartment is lower to the ground and only one floor. That should be good. She is moving about a block away. So we can still chill. Yay! She's such a kick-ass person. I hope she dosen't mind that we're going to be living in her apartment. Eh, she's moving on to bigger and better things, just like we're moving on to smaller and better things :-) Anyway, today we found out that my Aunt and my grandparents are going to be adding to our future yard sale, and that makes me happy. And the best thing about it is that they are giving all of the profits to us. yay. I am going to my grandparents house in Johnstown next week. This makes me very nervous. They are very cold and unloving. But my father says that my grandpa has "one foot in the grave" and wants to see me. I am not heartless, but I really don't want to go. But my financial situation being as it is, I kind of have to. My father said that (my grandpa) might be giving me money when I go over there. Might is the key word. I don't know if I want to sit through an hour of lecturing about how I'm ruining my life by living with a man and how I'm worthless. What is it with my uncle and my grandpa? They're not even on the same side of the family! *Sigh*

Well, that was boring. Let's see what I can talk about to liven up this entry.

I want to yell at people who created the Delia's plus sizes and the Girlfriends LA plus sizes. Yes, it's good that they have plus sizes. But when you're a REAL 24 and you go to order a 24 from GFLA, what you get sent to you is like a 18. And that dosen't fly in my book. And when I buy an XXL, I want an XXL. Not a large. If I put on size 18 pants and a size large top, I would look like a beached muppet with a T-shirt. Heh heh. Someone made a rude comment to me one time. This girl once told me "When I look at people like you it motivates me to throw up my food..." (geez! I'm a size 24, that's not mammoth or anything!) anyway, I smiled, looked at her, and loudly said "And when I look at people like you it motivates me to eat more so I never have to look at bones in the mirror". Ugh. And I understand eating disorders. But people with them aren't normally ignorant and obnoxious towards others like this girl was. I think she was just a bitch. I just wish I would have had a pie so I could have thrown it at her.