speaking of food. i've gained about 10 pounds since the last time i weighed myself. when that was i have no idea. scales are the devil. my parents have one in their bathroom. how could i resist? anyway, my conclusion is i am no longer cute chubby or "thick" or good chubby or anything. i am fat. like. bleh fat. this will probably be all i'll mention of it here. why? yeah, i'm thinking of joining the masses with diet diaries. i'm not going on a diet per se. so maybe it will be the "not eating crappy and exercising diary". yeah. bitches.

and now on to the show:

so the new orleans plans are as goes. wednesday morning i will gather all of my shite and pack it in my car. i will then drive to doctor and have leg looked at (the one miriam kicked) and talk to him about gallbladder referralness. then i am hopping right on interstate 10 and driving my ass to new orleans. i should get there 6-8 hours later. upon arrival i will maybe do stuff. it depends on the time. if i am out of the doctors by 11 (think miracle) i will prolly just grab some cajun food nearby. yeah. stayin in the french quarter biatch. in this beautiful hotel. used to be a brothel. hehe. then on thursday. thursday i am going to check out the shops on the riverwalk. this may include checking out the aquarium. then i will mosey on over to the french quarter. check out bourbon street. buy coffee for a friend who loves coffee at the french market cafe and if i have time throw in a cheese burger in paradise from jimmy buffet's margaritaville cafe. oh yes. jimmy buffett is the shit. on friday. friday i am going to be up sooo early. blah. on friday i will exploit the garden district. i will maybe _maybe_ take this tour of the garden district (yawn) BUT i am -definitely- going to 1239 First St. at that address i will proceed to stalk anne rice. but only for a bit. after that i may go to the zoo. i like zoos. animals are funny. but i am gonna go to the voodoo museum for sure. yes that's right. voodoo. museum. there i will buy a couple grisgris bags for people. i told miriam i would buy her a fertility one. -laugh-

i am going to have fun. oh yes. fun fun fun. i will send john postcards to taunt him. aw. poor thing. i will eat more beignets than you can shake a stick at and i will eat more cajun food than is even remotely healthy. mmm cajun. i wish i could stay longer. stupid doctor. anyway. after everything on friday i will drive back home. sleep tons. then saturday i get up early to have lunch with erin and her man gavin at olive garden. yum. low brow italian. bread sticks + alfredo dipping sauce = LOVE sigh. sweet sweet food.

one thing i hope for in new orleans is some kind of internet access or i'll be screwed.

nikolai is excited.

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