Dear World: A little less conversation...

Dear Person Who Will Remain Unnamed/People of the World who don't LISTEN:

I have noticed recently that when I try to have a conversation with you, it's a little one-sided. It's not that I don't want to hear all the brilliant things you have to say (cough cough), but it's nice if the conversation goes more like a tennis game, instead of a basketball game where you hog the ball the whole time.

When we talk, I mean, YOU talk to me, it goes a little like this:

YOU: blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah (pauses briefly to take a breath)
Me: (jumps in during precious few milliseconds of silence): {proceeds to add something insightful and intelligent to topic of conversation}
Other person: ......
Me: .... (waiting for acknowledgement of my participation in conversation)
Other person: .... Um, yeah, anyways... blah, blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah.
Me: (thouroughly annoyed and seriously peeved for the rest of conversation, and probably ends/will end conversation early due to lack of respect for my AMAZING contribution)

It's like I didn't even say anything at all.

Can you just listen every once in a while, PLEASE? And not just to me... to everyone else I know you probably do this to, as well. Otherwise, I might have to delete your number from my phone. And your friendship from my life.

XOXO,

Tracie

Ur So Gay, And You Don't Even Like Boys

Sometimes I think to myself, shoot, it's really hard to be classy. Wouldn't it be nice to air my dirty laundry and let the whole world know about {insert current catastrophic life event}... And then, I remember that it's not all about me. I need to look at the bigger picture (Thanks, Shelly!).

Because I'm better than that.

If Beyonce can do it, I can do it:

"I'm not gonna blast you on the radio,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna lie on you or your family, yo,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna hate you in the magazine,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna compromise my Christianity,
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gonna diss you on the Internet
Cause my momma taught me better than that."

This doesn't count, right?

I Got In A Fight With A Hershey's Chocolate Bar and I Lost.

I lasted yesterday and (so far) today with out my vanilla Diet Coke! I DO have will-power! :) :(


But... I just ate a miniature size Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate bar. Ok, maybe two. Ok, maybe three.

My charlatan consuetudes are going to keep me out of heaven.


I need to atone for my deviltry. Or at least stop preaching the frightening (to me) nutritional facts at every family meal.


But the chocolate is SO GOOD.


Help!!??!!


Healthy or Hershey's? Healthy or Hershey's? Healthy or Hershey's?


ACK. I just Googled what I ate and it has PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED OILS IN IT (trans fat, worst kind). AND high-fructose corn syrup, which is the most refined sugar product available. And the worst kind of sugar one can consume. I'm well on my way to having CAD.


This is what happens when it is slow at work and I have unlimited access to Google anything I want. Geez. I just need to get over it and over myself. And I need more friends in Bakersfield (most are out of town) to occupy my time with so I don't obsess over what oils and sugars and fats I am eating and what they are doing to my digestive system. Thank goodness Tawnie is coming into town today!