Random Thoughts

I'm tan. Not just "tan for me" but legitimately tan. I like it. I don't care if I'm courting skin cancer. I get myself checked over once a year by my dermatologist, and skin cancer has a 98% cure rate anyway. (Statistic courtesy of "The Office".) I spent most of my teenage years as a pale-faced semi-goth so I'm enjoying being golden brown. When I'm naked, it looks like I'm wearing a white bikini. My husband likes this.

I'm wearing smaller jeans today. I'm not sure how this happened - I just tried them on because my favorite jeans are dirty. By smaller, I'm talking size 10 instead of 12, so I'm not exactly wasting away Lindsay Lohan style here. I'm not really on a diet, but my TMJ is acting up, so I'm only allowed to eat soft foods. I've taken this to mean brownies, white bread and butter sandwiches and oodles of pasta. Take that Dr. Atkins! (RIP) If this keeps up, I might cancel my appointment with my oral surgeon and have my husband hit me in the jaw with a baseball bat for good measure.

I'm smoking again. I quit last night at 8pm and started again five minutes ago. This is a battle I've fought since I was 17. A lot of smokers start and stop and start again, but the weird thing about me is that when I stop, I stop for years. I just started again 6 months ago. I don't have a good reason other than I like getting extra breaks at work. Plus, a lot of celebrities smoke so that is proof that smoking is super cool.

That's all for now. I might regurgitate some more useless minutiae of my life later.