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Hope

Yesterday, I played hookie (well, I decided the day before and told them, but still) and went to the Pittsburgh Zoo!

Never been, always wanted to go, and it was worth the trip. Everyone seemed to spend the day napping..it was cool and cloudy, so a good day for one. Check out the leopard - he's just a giant kitty taking a cat nap.




There was the crazy skunk who just kept pacing in his area. The hilarious baboon who was quite idiosyncratic. The giraffes who were standing hip to hip and occassionally fighting, like a flat version of king of the mountain. The lion who tried to hump the lioness for two seconds before he got a hairball, tried coughing it out, then just laid down cause he was tired.



And then the penguin who hoarded his food and got mad at anyone who came nearby. Seriously, the zoo reminded me so much of my day to day life dealing with people who impersonate the loco animals.

But the best thing I saw yesterday was a regular joe schmo family. And it was the mom that caught my attention. She was an attractive dark haired beauty, who was fatter than I. And as soon as I saw her, I couldn't stop starring. She was wearing nice clothes, her toes were painted. She had awesome shoes. She was happy. Her child was beautiful. And her husband obviously loved her. She filled me with hope. Beyond belief. That even though I'm death fat, maybe, maybe one day some guy will love me enough to marry me and have a kid with me. And, it reminded me of something I read last week....just because you're fat, doesn't mean you have to disappear. Never leave the house, or when you do, act like you shouldn't be alive. Or dress in crappy clothes, or not do your hair, or paint your toenails. Proving to people that fat is okay is being visible. Being out in the open, living a normal life is the best way to throw "it" back in the face of everyone who thinks it's better to be dead than fat. So, mom in the blue shirt with the black hair...thank you!

the biggest animal of them all

FAT in my face.

My aspirations for this weekend were few. I was aware that it was to rain, or just be cloudy and dreary for most of the weekend. [And, really what more can you expect out of beautiful Shitsburgh? Oops...did I say that, Pittsburgh. You people who love this city are really just oblivious to sooooooooo much.] So, I had one goal. Replace winter tires with regular tires. And, I'm proud to report...check it off the list, DONE. Not on my list? Be reminded over and over and over how fat is bad and those of us who are fat are far from equal from those who are not.



1st (and by far the most insulting): When I finished with the tire event, I went to Fashion Bug. Usually FB doesn't disappoint, I can usually find a few things for decent prices. And, this time I was in luck because there was a good sale. Here's where the insult came in....first, if you've never been to a FB, let me explain. FB sells "regular, normal" size and "plus" sizes for us fatties. Now, usually when you walk in the door, the "good" sizes are to the left and the "bad" sizes are to the right. But, not in this store. The geniuses that run this store thought it would be brilliant to mix and match. So you're wondering along, thinking hey, that looks cute, but oh, wait it's not in my size. I'm too fat for those clothes. And OF COURSE, all the nicest, prettiest, cutest clothes fell in that category. The clothes in my size are mostly frumpy, ridiculous colors and fabric. See, the beauty of the separation, for the moments you're in the store, is to prevent you from being aware of how crappy the clothes selection for us fatties really is. But for some reason, this FB wants you to feel shame in one of the few places left to not be ashamed. A++ work Fashion Bug. A++.

2nd: Person A is talking about person B, their friend. During the course of a random story, person A feels the need to bring up how much weight person B has gained. Does it have anything to do with the story? No. Not at all. But, person A makes sure to say, I just think person B has just let themselves go. And B I N G O. One of my favorite fatty phrases ever. Gaining weight is the equivalent of not brushing your teeth, combing your hair, taking a bath, or washing your clothes. You just let yourself GO.... and yeah, where do you GO? I'm not exactly sure.

3rd: "Wow. Look how fat Kelly Clarkson has gotten!" Enough said on this one.

4th: Person A is informed by person B that some random person thinks he's attractive. Person A asks person B, well is the person white or black? (awesome stuff right there!) and of course, "IS SHE BIG???" Because God forbid a fat person think you're attractive, that's worse than a dude saying your attractive, right???? Or, I almost forgot, a black woman.

And at the end of the day, people wonder why I've become a little bitter, a little unfriendly, a little TENSE.

That is all.

Awww...it's jack's broken heart.

So I'm in the middle of listening to this guy sing this song... I dearly love the song, because I've been there before, who hasn't??? But, like every song with a guy pining after some girl, I just get annoyed. My favorite song in this category is this one by Eliot Yamin. (Please notice favorite is italicized. That means I really hate it...it's only fair that I inform you of my sarcastic techniques.) I mean even cute little Jesse McCartney has this song. So I start to think, why does this annoy me so??? Maybe you think it makes me mad because, as far as I know, no guy has gotten hung up on me. And, maybe just a tiny little bit. But, no not really.......





....p o n d e r i n g....





Okay, I think I have a handle on it. Have you seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall? In it, Jason Segal gets dumped by his girlfriend. [Sidenote: As far as she's concerned, I go against popular opinion. I feel bad for her because she does everything she can to make it work with him, she loves him, but really just wants him to grow up! We've all been there too! Sure, she should have loved him for him and not cheated, but I can still see her side.] Anyway, he can't get over it. He goes to clubs, sleeps with girls, cries himself silly, talks to anyone who will listen...he can barely cope in Hawaii, PARADISE. Finally, he's talking with one of the resort workers, Kemo, who says to him, "....I heard about it from everybody. You gotta stop talking about it. It's like "the Sopranos." It's *over*. Find a new show." That bold part has become one of my new favorite things to say. You know why? Because I've had to deal with so many guys who play this sad sack role, the OMG, my girlfriend left me, or I dumped her, but I totally regret it, or I was a total jerk and didn't treat her right, but I'm SO SORRY for acting that way...and I just want her back!!! Right now! The whine is similar to a child crying for candy. And maybe it's the girls I choose to be friends with, but very rarely do I have to hear them cry and sob over love lost. So I just don't get it. I guess what really pisses me off is that most guys have this I'll do what I want, be who I want, screw who I want, when I want, you can't tell me nothing mentality, but then, suddenly the "love of their life" is gone and they can't exist. GIVE ME A F***ING BREAK. GROW UP and GET OVER IT.