Skinny Bitch(es) refrain from Beer/Alcohol


(No kidding right?) Anyway, this excerpt will serve as a placeholder until I’ve received my copy.

“Of course it’s easier to socialize after you’ve had a few drinks. But being a fat pig will hinder you, sober or drunk. And habitual drinking equals fat-pig syndrome. Beer is for frat boys, not skinny bitches. It makes you fat, floated, and farty. Why do you think when kids go away to college they gain the ‘freshman fifteen’? Beer, duh. Alcohol isn’t any better. It raises the level of hydrochloric acid in your stomach, wreaking havoc on the digestive process. If you suffer from poor digestion, then your food will not pass through your body properly. Hence, bloated fat-pig syndrome. To make matters worse, some alcohol (and non-organic wines) still contains urethane, a caner-causing chemical. Too boot, both beer and alcohol jack up your blood-sugar levels, which is bad for your bod. And don’t kid yourself: When you have a hangover, you’re bound to eat shit all day long.”

So efficient it hurts

I’ve removed the favorites bar and status bar in my browser and have found that I’ve been so productive as a result. Due to complications I’d rather not think about, I’m waiting until 3pm, Monday for Leopard. Shut up, I know, don’t tell me. All the more delicious it will be.

Did you have to pay extra for that chrome?

Mornings are spent with the news and a bowl of cereal. Days are supposed to be for classes and reading (You know how it is). Nights are saved for two Sex and the City episodes with the girls. And last of all, weekends are filled with N and other pretty delightful things. I’d say it’s been going well.

Bianca thinks I’m worldly, and I think she’s fabulous and very quotable. You can’t say that for many people. On the topic of worthwhile things to say, I could probably maunder on about what I’ve learned about intersex, why people are kind to each other, Google–anything or design versus art. But that’d be boring! (Unless you are ever-so curious…)