justmee

I bought a bike. It was very easy for me to hop on it, and excercise my fat ass off. Kind of relaxing, actually. I grabbed a walkman, a good bike riding cd, and rode away. Then I noticed the brakes squeak. Uncontrollably. Unfixable. It's just not fair. So now I have to return my bike, and get a big fat ass until I have the money to get a better one. It sucks.

It's also REALLY FUCKING HOT. It's 10:00pm... and 91 fucking degrees. 90 in my house. INNNNNN my HOUSE!!! I'm going to melt. I'm one sweaty bitch right now.... and not even fucking. About to get naked though and go to bed. That's how hot it is. Sleep naked with see thru windows hot. Maybe even sleep on the floor hot.

I'm going to Wild Waves (somewhere near Tacoma) on Tuesday. And I'm as pale as I've ever been. My bikini is black. My hair is black. I'm going to look like a pasty witch. I think I'll go tanning the next few days and see what can be done about this. I know, I know... tanning is bad for me. I decided not to do it anymore when I started getting wrinkles, but I bought some wrinkle cream that helps, and I still have 150 minutes left. That's like $40... and there's no was I can waste that... I'm too poor. So tanning I shall go.