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mrsbrownwouldn't it be great if A and L bought the house next door - how can I arrange that?
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I hate being the same shape as if I were 4 months pregnant.
I just got dressed so let's just go with that.
I went out to a family wedding last night so I had to pull my glad rags out of the wardrobe. They don't fit me anymore. I am so sick of this I'm ready to do something drastic. My options are: diet (because exercise isn't working) and plastic surgery. The idea that I have to do something about by body shape and that I'm so obsessed with it really offends the feminist sensibilities I've had all my life, and that's my problem.
My body shape isn't important it's just a societal imposition of an unattainable body; just eat less/more healthily and exercise more. That's what my head says.
On the other hand, my emotional voice says; I want to wear my nice clothes; I want people to stop thinking I'm pregnant; I want to walk into a shop and buy the clothes I like without having to spend days looking for stuff I like and fits me; I want to stop looking at myself in the mirror and just seeing this body shape, instead of the clothes and I feel so powerless about it all.
Gee, it's really getting in my way, isn't it? Aaaargh!
Enough of that emotional crap - the other Sat morn plan - buying the house next door;
If their house were rented out at $250/week (ref The Age), the bank would let us borrow $460k, requiring repayments of $3000/month.
Alternatively, if they sold their house, we could borrow up to $360k repayments would be $2400
I think the house will sell for $600k-650k
And then, having organised that (and enjoyed the bounty of the reduction in living expenses available from combined households) the houses between could be bought by other close friends, and all would be great. Until, that is, someone doesn't want to play any more.
There you go, my memories of my sat morning, lying in bed, ramblings.
and
I hate being the same shape as if I were 4 months pregnant.
I just got dressed so let's just go with that.
I went out to a family wedding last night so I had to pull my glad rags out of the wardrobe. They don't fit me anymore. I am so sick of this I'm ready to do something drastic. My options are: diet (because exercise isn't working) and plastic surgery. The idea that I have to do something about by body shape and that I'm so obsessed with it really offends the feminist sensibilities I've had all my life, and that's my problem.
My body shape isn't important it's just a societal imposition of an unattainable body; just eat less/more healthily and exercise more. That's what my head says.
On the other hand, my emotional voice says; I want to wear my nice clothes; I want people to stop thinking I'm pregnant; I want to walk into a shop and buy the clothes I like without having to spend days looking for stuff I like and fits me; I want to stop looking at myself in the mirror and just seeing this body shape, instead of the clothes and I feel so powerless about it all.
Gee, it's really getting in my way, isn't it? Aaaargh!
Enough of that emotional crap - the other Sat morn plan - buying the house next door;
If their house were rented out at $250/week (ref The Age), the bank would let us borrow $460k, requiring repayments of $3000/month.
Alternatively, if they sold their house, we could borrow up to $360k repayments would be $2400
I think the house will sell for $600k-650k
And then, having organised that (and enjoyed the bounty of the reduction in living expenses available from combined households) the houses between could be bought by other close friends, and all would be great. Until, that is, someone doesn't want to play any more.
There you go, my memories of my sat morning, lying in bed, ramblings.
Re: are you fucking insane?
Date: 2003-11-22 02:38 am (UTC)I guess now we just need to find a period way to flog toilet paper.