Food Issues

I can't live with food in the house. Not even oatmeal. I used to be able to live with oatmeal as long as there wasn't honey around. I don't know what changed that.

I don't know how my sister does it. She lives with pecans, cashews, almonds, macadamia nuts, dried apricots, raisins, cake batter, cheese, peanut butter - actually, the peanut butter is a problem for her.

"I told the roommate to hide it in his room," she told me. "I can't live with it. It's a trigger food."

Peanut butter would be difficult for me too. But still, my sister has those, 'This Strawberry Walks into a Bar,' in her cupboard. I love those things. 'This Blueberry Walks into a Bar' are good too.

And the thing is, I'm getting worse, not better with age.
Food issues.

I've wanted to be many things . . . actress, ballet dancer, stripper

I've wanted to be many things in my life.
An actress.
A ballet dancer.
A stripper.
A hooker.
And a girlfriend to many guys.
But what have I done?
Not much.

Where am I now?
I work at a law school. I have no special talents. I'm not incredibly good looking, smart, or driven.
But here I am, living my life in Los Angeles.
On a normal day I weigh 132 pounds. On a bad day 135. And on a good day, 129. But that is not very often.
I like sugar and cable. And cute guys.
I also like hanging out with my nephew. He is one year and one week old. His name is Amedeo and he's the cutest thing in the whole world. I mean it. I know a lot of people say that, that their own children or nephews etc. etc. are so damn cute, but my nephew, he really is. EVERYBODY says so!

What else do I do?
I hang out at my sister's, A LOT. Too much, really. I go there straight after work and sometimes I go before and even during work. I get to work and I leave. I have a great job like that. Nobody knows where I am at anytime. I like it that way.