Every night this week I have wanted to make dessert. And every night this week I have run out of time. I have been craving biscotti like it is going out of style.

I have been making progress on my coconut birthday cake. I am going to try and bake the actual cake tonight. The past two nights I have made homemade coconut extract, homemade coconut milk and coconut cream. So tonight is the cake and maybe the icing although assembly won’t happn until Friday night.

Am I crazy? I still want to try and squeeze the biscotti in. I am sure a few $3 margaritas won’t affect my drive. Ha!

There was a kid coughing in class and our teacher told him to get a cough drop out of her closet. I instantly started coughing. For realsies. And she told me that I could stop faking and take a cough drop too. Everyone called me the teacher’s pet.

This had taught me the following things about myself:
1. I am suceptible to the power of suggestion.
2. I am the teacher’s pet, even when I am the teacher. It stems back to wanting to be liked. If people my age won’t like me, I get my superiors to like me.
3. For some reason I like the flavor of cough drops.

I had only two friends in 3rd grade. One of them lived very close to my elementary school. I would go over there to play probably about once or twice a week. Her mom showed me where they kept their snacks and I ate them. Sometimes in secret.

About a month later, I wasn’t invited over anymore. And my other “friend” told me that I was invited anymore because I ate too much. And she said I was fat.

Since I don’t remember very much about friends before this point in my life, I have to assume this was the first bad experience I had.

The last half of third grade I really didn’t have any friends. This experience has since taught me three things:
1. That friends talk shit about you behind your back and that is just life. Whether they do or not, I will always belief that they do.
2. Whether I am fat or not, that word will always stay with me.
3. I eat too much.

Thank you Jennifer and Betsy for being the beginning the disfunctionality that permeates 95% of my relationships. And for the perpetuation of self-consciousness regarding my size.

On Thursday night I was up sick. I thought it was food poisoning.

But it seems that every time I eat something my stomach gets upset. Mac and cheese? Upset stomach. Soup? Upset stomach. Latte? Upset stomach. I don’t know what my problem is, but I really don’t like it.

Does anyone else experience this?

You know, people claim that Mondays are hard. But for me Tuesdays Are the worst. I went home and too a nap after work. It was about an hour long and it was purely an accident. Pebbles curled up with me and from 5-6 we were out.

But what really made this Tuesday hard is that all I wanted was a hamburger. And I just talked myself out of it. I didn’t want to go out alone. And now, I still want that hamburger. It isn’t like I have a problem going out by myself. Just yesterday.

Anyway. Random, yes! But nothing but the truth.