le premier octobre in --

I was at the McDonald’s drive-thru for my bi-weekly coffee (which they seemed to only add the cream and not the sugar I asked for… or at least it tasted that way), when I was parked behind a Honda who had a Grateful Dead license frame and a sticker that read “it’s a beautiful day” in 60s style lettering.

I felt like barfing a bit.

I have always had an aversion to hippie culture. I do agree with some of it, but I suppose to my cold, robot heart just finds it a little immature and annoying.

Just think of all the exchange of bodily fluids and drugs. shudders

I am not really into drug use. I was “straight edge” in high school. I have never done a drug in my life and I never will, even when it becomes legal in my state. it’s just a personal choice for me. I have drank alcohol in the past but I am not very fond of most of it and being drunk is unpleasant for me. I like having a drink that tastes good every once in awhile though, when I am not breastfeeding.

It’s kind of weird that I ended up with someone who thinks hippie culture is cool and used to smoke pot and tried another thing once.
He is the only person I have ever dated that has, so it’s odd that we ended up engaged, I think.

In any case, I love him as a person and our personal choices don’t change that.

I have been working out for one month today.
I can see a difference… except in my boobs. The rest of me is smaller, but not my damn boobs. I was hoping that I would lose some weight there.. I did last time. I guess I just haven’t lost enough yet for it to affect my chest.

It’s just annoying because I can’t wear anything without looking oversexed. I always have cleavage. I spill out of a lot of things. I hate it.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not ashamed of having a chest, I just don’t prefer it.
My fiance, on the other hand, has a different opinion.

Lorelei has her two-month check-up today… in which she gets shots. :( Shots are good, but not the crying. It breaks my heart!