UGHHH my stomach hurts so much right now. I think that damn "dieter's tea" has taken a toll on me.
My pants don't fit anymore. Like they are loose not too tight for once. But my stomach is still huge. Seriously what is that about? I am sad.
I have been thinking about my perfect guy (the one I haven't come close to meeting). He needs to be super smart--almost a geek even--in science and or computers (not my two strongest subects). I like tattoos and piercings too. He has to like the same kind of music as me and like the same shows, like The Office UK and US versions and other britcoms too.
Why am I thinking about this? I have no idea, perhaps I will get lucky in NYC. I always have fond memories of my city. I lost my virginity in Williamsburg Brooklyn to a hot Aussie named Paul. Or was it Peter. Whatever, he was hot and tall and H-O-T!!!
Lets hope this next trip is equally as fabulous.