Right, so as the weekend rolled around I thought that it was best to stay in and not drink. You know - responsible, but queue my apparent Friday ritual which is a binge. It was awful, but whatevs. I have a black tie thing on Tuesday for work which I'd like to look super fly for so I decided to only eat apples until then. But then on Saturday I went round to Monikas house and got absolutely horrendously fucking drunk and god. This is so embarassing. That guy from my birthday totally gave me bat. Told me that I couldn't 'stay the night' because he had started seeing a new girl. OMG. I could die. I'm never going back to her house ever again. EVER. Again. I'm so annoyed as well, because... I dunno. Even though I don't want him, what the fuck is wrong with me that he didn't want to date me? You know? Anyway, so then at midnight I decided to go home and I missed the last tube home and had to take the nightbus which took two hours.
Today, I feel like ass. And it was the London marathon, so we went to watch because two of our friends ran in it. Dudes - I want to start training to do the marathon next year. I think I can do it - I mean - 26 miles? No big. Monika was also happily snapping away and I just know that I am going to look like a nasty whale in all the pics. Not least of which because I am a fat piggy and i was wearing a tank top - It isn't going to be pretty.
I've decided that my current plan of just eating once a day is not working - so I need to change up my dinners a bit and not eat carbs for dinner. So I think what I'll do is chicken or tuna for dinner when I get home and fruit during the day. Hopefully that will be... ooooOO or soup. I could totally vibe some soup... mmm... I need to go get the stuff though, but carrying it home is always such a ballache. Why can't this be easy. GODDAMMIT!
Peace & Fat