The roommates and I finally went grocery shopping after a week and a half of pasta entrees and ramen ran out. Because I'm openly "eating healthier" - aka restricting and eating next to nothing in veggies - they've decided they want to be healthy too. So our fridge is stocked with a bunch of awesome, negative-calorie foods, like celery and spinach and blueberries. I'm finally back on track and the scale shows it! Monday I weighed in at 120.0, Tuesday the same (~dread), Wednesday 118.3 and today I'm 116.4. Slowly but surely making progress. I just need to keep it up.

B came over last night, despite my better judgement and immense feeling of being fat/bloated. But he said it would only be 15 minutes, he just wanted to have Bman -the best friend and roommate - and I to listen to his band's newly recorded songs. What was supposed to be a brief visit, turned into a four hour ordeal. I love having him over, but there's just something that's missing, like there's something off. It's nothing serious though, we're not dating, just kissing each other. It's no big deal. And I need someone else to kiss.

I just want your kiss boy.