14 MARCH 2005. MONDAY. 09:33PM.
I got car troubles yet again... why am i not surprised??? It's back to H-A-U-N-T me. It's such old news that i'm not even gonna waste time talking about it here. I've resigned to the fact that i'll always be known as the-girl-with-the-godamn-car-problems. Folks are back in town so the weekend have been filled with behaving myself and visiting their old haunt, also known as the casino. How issit that i'm totally hooked on a little reality show called The Biggest Loser?? There's me and probably 8 other people in perth watching it. It's a sickening pleasure to see ordinary people sweating hard at the gym and eating carrot sticks while you sit on your nice blue couch munching those barbeque Smiths chips and drinking sweet red wine. And at the Reunion Weigh-In Show, you think man they all look really good, *munch much*, and think, they should have another reunion show called 365 Days Later, *munch munch*. I'm chaffed 'cos i hear there's a smok'in party this weekend at a lofty kings street apartment and i can't be there. There better be photographic evidence of people throwing up!
