Last night my friend, GI Joe asked me to meet for a drink. I politely declined. I was tired from going to the gym in the morning and I wasn’t feeling cute. Girls, you know what I’m talking about.. when no amount of primping can make you feel pretty about yourself? That was how I was feeling last night and I told GI Joe so.
His response, “That’s weird”
ME: I hate going out looking fuggers. Who knows who’ll I see.
GI Joe: You should not care at this stage in your life.
ME: When I’m married with kid, I’ll stop caring (which really isn’t true.. I feel like you should always care what you look like.. to a degree).
GI Joe: Maybe that is the problem. Guy are not so shallow…if they are, they are the wrong dudes.
Now GI Joe is pretty handsome. He’s smart, has a good job, is athletic, fun to hang out with, I truly heart him and think of him as a dear friend… That said, does he really expect me to believe he doesn’t give a care about looks. I mean, unless you are as altruistic as Mother Teresa or as blind as Helen Keller, everyone gives a little care about looks, right? Am I mistaken and living in a shallow bubble?
BREAKFAST: Fage with Strawberry and Raw Sunflower Seeds
LUNCH: Kale salad (I swear, this is the only reason why I’ve lost weight recently) and the remainder of the Trader Joe’s flatbread pizza.
DINNER: Kale Salad and Trader Joe’s potstickers.. Yes, I’m back on the “Semi-homemade” thing.
