The Dateable Dork

Help! I’m in a nutshell! How did I get into this bloody great big nutshell? What kind of shell has a nut like this?

Oh, Mike Myers, you crack me up.  Anyway peeps, it seems like I have a lot of random shit going on these days.  Not much of it is very interesting, but I’ll throw it all at you anyway.  No different from any other post, right?  : )

I’m getting sick

Remember over the weekend when I went on a wild-animals-of-New-York pseudo-safari in the middle of the night, in the rain, with my college roommate and some other chick who I’m not all that crazy about?  Yeah, I’d like to forget it, but apparently my body has a different agenda.  I don’t think I mentioned it in the earlier post, but that other chick was just getting over a nasty case of bronchitis or something, and although all I did was give her a hug hello and goodbye, I somehow managed to catch that shit and am now stuck with a mega-sore throat and some tell-tale I’m-about-to-get-sick symptoms.  Yuck.  And also: god damn it!!!  WTF, people???  It’s not like I stuck my tongue down her throat or something.  I was feeling like shit at work all day and might attempt to work from home tomorrow in the comfort of my pajamas and in the absence of the sub-arctic temperatures at the over-air-conditioned office.  Blah.

I gained weight this week

BUMMER, dudes.  The official score on the WW weigh-in tracker is a gain of a whopping 0.4 pounds this week, which I guess is really not a big deal, but I’m super bummed out about it.  I stuck to my points the entire week, so WTF???????  I can think of three possible explanations: (1) I’ve been running more than usual lately, so maybe I’m gaining a little muscle weight (which is a good thing); (2) I ate out a lot over the weekend, and although I thought I was sticking to my points, maybe there was some junk in that restaurant food that I’m not aware of and wasn’t accounting for; and/or (3) sometimes people just encounter plateaus during weight loss which naturally resolve themselves over time.  Not sure what I think of this just yet.  A little muscle is good, but I really wanted to hit 129 lbs (just to see it!), and right now I’m hovering at 132.  We’ll see how it goes.

Did I lose too much?

A friend recently told me that she “prefers the chubby DD” and thinks I should stop all this WW stuff already.  I’ve gotten a few comments from different folks that my face has substantially thinned out and that I’m starting to look older/not as healthy as before.  Hmm.  Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.  I’ve noticed myself that a lot of the weight that I dropped has come from my upper body (rib cage, shoulders, back, chest, face, arms), which (again) isn’t exactly what I was going for.  Like most women, I’m more concerned about my butt/thighs/hips than anything else.  They’ve certainly gotten slimmer (as evidenced by the fact that my pants are swimming on me these days), but you know, I don’t want to appear gaunt or anything.  Hmm…

The STD drama should be over (I think)

As far as I can tell (and I admit that I haven’t been paying very close attention these days), the pussy is pretty much all healed up and back to normal – er, the “new” normal, I suppose.  I’ve resigned myself to the fact that things will never be 100% back to normal down there.  The skin has just gone through too much trauma, and I’m never going to get rid of all the scar tissue.  Bummer.  But, on the bright side, the reconstructive procedure from a few months ago made a big improvement, and I think (!!) I might actually be able to have sex like a normal human being again.  I think.  I haven’t tried it out yet, as we’re all painfully aware.  I noticed that the skin healed in a somewhat awkward manner, but it’s certainly a lot better than before.  Also, I’ve still got stitches in random places that haven’t quite dissolved yet, so it’s still a work in progress.  Just like the rest of my body, we’ll see how it goes.

Work has been busy but good

Things at the office (i.e., DD’s freezing, sunless hole of death) have been quite a bit busier than normal lately, but in a good way.  Things are a poppin’, and they’ve been keeping me on my toes during the day, in the office at night, and laughing all the way to the bank with my overtime checks.  Not bad at all, really.  I think things should calm down after the 4th of July, but for now I’ll just keep on chugging and will probably work fairly late over the next few days and might even make an appearance over the weekend.  Whatever, it’s all good at this point.

And then there’s the issue of a certain midwestern jerk…

… which really deserves an entire post of its own.  As of right now, I’m having trouble thinking of ONE good reason to sleep with him.  And — based on my history with him — that says a lot.