Meh...

Lordy Lordy Lord...

Another couple of months gone and again, I don't blog because of several reasons:

1) Laziness.
B) Lethargic-ness.
iii) Uninterested-ness
Numero Quattro) I-don't-know-but-what-I-am-sure-of-is-that-Fashion-Star-took-up-more-of-my-time-than-I-orginally-bargained-for....ness.

Yes, it would appear that I am a lazy b**ch and as I do in most posts, I apologise. To make it up to you, I am going to do something I have never, EVER done on my blog before.

EVER.

More Good News!!

After the last couple of depressive weeks and the latest slip up, I finally got sick of feeling sorry for myself. So, in a bid to lift my own spirits, I left the house. The sun wasn't out (because the weather is crap) and I'm still sick with a cold (because God hates me) but I figured that getting some fresh air would be better than continuing to suck in the recycled, high carbon-dioxidey air of my heated lounge room. I also thought that perhaps it would be a good idea to put on some proper pants as opposed to continuing to wear my Snuggie as a full body suit. Don't judge it if you haven't tried it.

Stressed! aka The Slip Up #3

Yes, hello again. It's me, Heidi. Long time no blog, I realise. Well, that's because my life has finally come to a pivotal point where the only thing left to do (clearly) is blog and tell EVERYONE about how TRAGIC my life has become. One month shy of turning 28 and I have come to a realisation in my life, people. And it dawned on me earlier today as I lay on my sick bed, waiting for the Angel of Death to sweep in and take me to the heavens sat on my couch wrapped in my Snuggie. 

What is this realisation, you ask? Well, let me tell you then.

Wait for it...

Apologies and Anecdotes...

I should start with "I'm sorry". It's been a long time since my last post and although I have been busy, that is no excuse. I know I have left many people hanging, waiting to hear my witty blog-banter, craving a lil' something-something they could snort (in a metaphorical sense, of course). No, I am not condoning drugs, although technically I take them myself and have for years. Insulin: all the cool kids are doing it.

Thanks Pump Boy.

...and then my boob popped out

May be a slight exaggeration, but it wasn't too far off.

Last week, I had friends over for Friday night drinks. It's something I wish I did more often, but my chaotic life doesn't usually allow it. Luckily for me, now that Glee has moved to Thursday nights, my Friday's are once again MY TIME. Fiiiinalllyyy...

It has been a while in between catch ups with my crew (who have never before been referred to as "My Crew", because well, let's be honest...I'm less ghetto and more like 'Omo' - I whiten and brighten) (and anywayz, they had better get used to it because it's too bloody hard writing out all 10 of their names), so when the RSVPs came back and a few said they would stop by, I went out and bought the best low-fat dip I could find! I then threw my low-fat atrocity dip at my own head and got something totally fat and delicious, and then compromised by adding carrots to the platter. THEN I went to the best cheap shop I could find!!...and got chips and choccie biscuits. Just because I'm watching what I eat, doesn't mean my loyal and lovely friends of 10+ years have to suffer. Plus I figured it wouldn't kill me if I gave in to temptation on the night and had a biscuit. Or two. Or a chip. Or 12. Or a mouth-watering, calorie-filled, juicy, greasy dollop of Pumpkin and Parmesan chunky dip. On a carrot.

Water water everywhere, even in my underwear...

LIES! NOT as fun as it looks, peeps...

...call me a literary genius, if you will. How clever is my heading, huh? Couldn't a truer word be spoken right now...

While everything has been going well of late, the last few days have been crap weather-wise here in little ol' Adelaide. Sun, then rain, then a bit of wind that slightly knocks over the branches on your conifers, then more rain...God hasn't been overly motivating when it comes to providing a little sunshine to brighten dull moods and lazy-asses. Like myself.

Good News!!!

Yes it is good news, readers: I ROCK!!! 

So I had an appointment with my diabetes doctor earlier in the week. It was just to check up on how things were going with "The Change", and to be completely honest, I was crapping my pants just a little bit. Like, not enough to warrant an old lady nappy or anything, but just enough to cause a curious odour. Too much information? Well, I don't care, because nothing and NO ONE could upset me with the mood I'm in!