okay. so. i'm going to gloat about losing weight and fitting into old pairs of pants. i just have to get it out of my system. feel free to skip this bit:
although i still can't (comfortably) wear the jeans i bought when i was the thinnest i've ever been in my adult life (about 130lbs). which is okay. i don't know what i weigh now, but it's probably around 140. i'm a pretty standard size nine again. my goal is to get back down to a size seven, which i think is pretty reasonable. i'm not the kind of woman who was made to be a 5 or a 3. but that's okay. because i can wear my favorite black pants that i took with me to italy. and the dickies i bought on ebay that i couldn't get a leg into this time last year. and the silly dress i bought around halloween (mel knows which one) that i couldn't even zip up. so. yay! hopefully that will be motivation enough to get me out excercising again, although it's so fucking hot here in the summer that a walk in the park is no walk in the park, per se. but. yay. at least i know i'm doing something right. 
in other news, i might be going to Atlanta for a few days next week. a friend from art school is moving, and asked me to go with her to take all her studio junk from here to there. and as everyone knows, i'm never one to pass up the chance to get the fuck out of this city. so. i'll let you know how that goes.
what else have i been up to? um. doing housework in bits and pieces and finding that a.) hey, it's not so hard, and b.) it actually makes me feel less like a worthless piece of shit. writing some letters, long overdue. the usual anxious panic, desolate moping, and pointless worrying. that's about it for now.
love, all.
-Hyena.
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It's kinda funny, my pants are bunching up at the crotch now. People are telling me I "need" to buy clothes now. It seems that I have a gift for being inappropriate/annoying.
Enjoy it when that happens.