Why?

Why? That's my question for today. Why me? Why did *I* have to be the fat one. The youngest one. The intelligent one. The one who works.

I mean... this is like a "What's Life?" question here. And I wanna know. Why did I have to be the fat one in the family. Why did Mom not see the damage she was doing to me by indulging every childish whim of mine and created a little girl with no self control as to what foods she ate.

Why did Mom and Dad did not see that I was a lazy bum even as a child. Why could they not see that I spent every waking moment watching tv. Why did they not instigate in me the desire to play a sport, to be an active person. Why did they not do anything about it!!!!

Why do they now blame my being fat on me. On my little self control. On my sitting on my fat ass all day long, at work, at school, at home. When they were the ones who raised me like this.

I swear, when I have children, I will *see*!

Joey,
sitting on her lazy bum writing in her journal.... life is too ironic for me...

(no subject)

hehehe....

why do I suddenly seem to be having the worst week? Just when I open this journal.... it's weird, and destiny-like and of the good and bad....

But when the last straw is getting ready to break the camel's back, something good happens.

I just got my copy of Queen's Greatest Hits from Amazon.com. And Buffy:TVS first 6 episodes!!! Woohoo!!! Very happy grrrl here.

Anyway, my two newest obsessions:

The Boy Meets Boy net comic strip: http://boymeetsboy.keenspace.com, it's a gay centered comic strip, be warned .

And the Xander/Spike pairing in the Buffy universe.

which, is on on 15 mins, so bye now