It's a lovely sunny Saturday and I'm chillin at my toasty crib. The plan today is to hang with the Zeenman. This past week has been both long and short. Speedy enough to get to Friday but hellishly long enuff to make you want to go insane. It was my first week as a 30 year old and I still like it. I just feel like serious change is on the horizon and I'm welcoming it. Some of the highpoints of my week were meeting George Huff from American Idol! He was just as goofy and country as he was on the show. Also just as sweet, warm and welcoming. We took a picture together and everything. Awesome! Vic Rules! As always.
Zeen hurt my feelings this week when he made reference to my ever increasing girth. I was shocked speechless. Not so much by him saying anything about it but his tactlessness in how he said it. I just went to bed. The next morning I calmly informed him that I didn't expect to get shit about it from him. I get plenty from my fam and I don't deserve to get it from him at home. I told him it was the equivalent of me sayin he had a little dick.
I said that's a sensitive subject for men and even if it were true I would have been tactful about sayin anything about it. I think he got the picture. He can be so damn clueless sometimes. Zeen was contrite. I was silent. He did the thing where he calls me numerous times during the day to see how far along I am on the pissed scale. I wanted to keep up the silent treatment, but truly I'm too old for that kind of childish shit so I let it drop. Cause fuck it. This weight shit can and will be changed (she says while munching on a pizza slice).
Anyhoo, I'm off to chill with the Zeenman. I love him. Cluelessness and all.
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