So yeah, someone's been drinking and dialing. Last night around eight or eight-thirty, I got a call from a number whose I.D. was blocked. I thought it might be Peggy so I answered all happy, "Hello?" No response, but I could hear the din of people talking in the background. "Hello?" Still no response, so I hung up. Coupla seconds later the phone rang again, I answered, and again no response. Immediately after that it rang *again* , at which time I answered but did not say anything and after about ten seconds, hung up. Then, quickly, before they could call again, I turned off my phone. And yes, they did call again after that. I mean, that's some harassment there. I really thought Eduard above such actions, but you know, with the piss and all. Well, if he ever has the nads to phone and identify himself, I won't agree to see him. I'm done with this, so done.
I'm in two minds about going to the gym today. I went last night and I'm still tired. But I could just go and have a light workout, I don't need to kill myself. Wow, I'm starting to shape up if I may say so. My goal is to be able to wear a bathing suit without all that extra ass hanging out the back (of course, I could always wear one of those old-lady suits sold at L.L. Bean, with the skirts -- GAAHHHHHHH!). Then, I intend to start swimming at the gym. I love to swim. Can't wait! If I were really secure with myself, I'd swim regardless of my physical appearance, but I'm ever conscious of my age and the fact that most people there could be my children, perish the thought. I have to say, though, that although I'm approaching forty, I don't come close to looking like it, especially my body. My breasts are still high and firm and I have a small waist. I hope to keep it that way. The only things I can think of that give away my age are my elbows. They are pretty gnarly.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:17 PM
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