Ah yes, my lovelies...I'm back in Atlantic City, and not much has changed here. The roach motel still reminds me of Calcutta, and there's nowhere you can walk without getting hooted at. Ah, the US of A. Nevertheless, I'm fired up because I've managed to find a salad that isn't salty and deep-fried.
Of course, I'm kicking myself because in spite of my stupidly heavy suitcase, I've managed to forget my bathing suit, workout shorts and one of my outfits for the show. And my toothbrush. Guess that means I'll have to go shopping. I know, I know, oh the humanity....
Friday, June 24, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Aw yeah...
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday!
The house smells like chocolate because Brigitte's in the midst of baking a wedding cake.
It's looks like it's going to be a good day. Oodles of potential. Ladies, can you feel me?
The house smells like chocolate because Brigitte's in the midst of baking a wedding cake.
It's looks like it's going to be a good day. Oodles of potential. Ladies, can you feel me?
Friday, June 10, 2005
Giddyup!
I'm feelin' good y'all. It's hot and sunny, I just got paid, and I've lost 13 pounds so far.
Here's to the little victories!
Here's to the little victories!
BOOYAH!
Back in da house!
Hello darlings! Mummy's missed you! Finally, computer problems are fixed and I'm back to give you the skinny about...something worthwhile...just give me a second though to think about what that could possibly be...
Er...
Wow. You know it's not good when you've been offline for two weeks and have nothing to say about it. Scary. You joke about having no life and then--
Hold it, hold it, it's all coming back to me now. Maybe I've gone daft since I began watching my diet and working out daily. All that time in the sauna has obviously softened my head. Ah, but it's a necessary evil, darlings. Casinos and agents can be quite mean about extra junk in the trunk when you're a singer, and let's face it, if you're in the know about the other drama in my life (that does not get discussed here on the blog), then you know I just really don't need anyone to be mean to me right about now.
Nevertheless, all this discipline and whatnot has started to spread into other areas of my life. You know how it is, one little victory sparks another, and another...or eventually tempts the proverbial piano to drop down out of the heavens onto your head. I suppose it all depends on your perspective, doesn't it?
Hello darlings! Mummy's missed you! Finally, computer problems are fixed and I'm back to give you the skinny about...something worthwhile...just give me a second though to think about what that could possibly be...
Er...
Wow. You know it's not good when you've been offline for two weeks and have nothing to say about it. Scary. You joke about having no life and then--
Hold it, hold it, it's all coming back to me now. Maybe I've gone daft since I began watching my diet and working out daily. All that time in the sauna has obviously softened my head. Ah, but it's a necessary evil, darlings. Casinos and agents can be quite mean about extra junk in the trunk when you're a singer, and let's face it, if you're in the know about the other drama in my life (that does not get discussed here on the blog), then you know I just really don't need anyone to be mean to me right about now.
Nevertheless, all this discipline and whatnot has started to spread into other areas of my life. You know how it is, one little victory sparks another, and another...or eventually tempts the proverbial piano to drop down out of the heavens onto your head. I suppose it all depends on your perspective, doesn't it?
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