Cadbury Rocky Road. Banana. Double brie and crispbread.
Can you say “hell yeah”?!
April 15, 2009
Why I heart “Googling”
Check out some of the search terms that help people stumble headfirst into The Fat Fighters Chronicles:
“weeing”
“low fat rum balls”
“daniel mostyn”
“boobs”
“french knickers wedgie”
“hornyville”
“messy wedgie” (ummmmmmmmmmm?)
“fat shitting”
“eat yourself into a coma”
“apples make me fart”
“hot midriffs”
“smelly fart chicken”
“sex in kitchen”
“fart fighters”
“i am weeing”
“ze fat”
BAHAHAHA. Well, after all the times people find my blog using the word “fart”, I’m considering changing it to THE FART FIGHTERS CHRONICLES. Seems fitting.
April 15, 2009
Sadness: the feeling when there is no Law & Order: SVU/ Sex & The City/ Oprah/ Next Top Model to watch.
After six days with pay TV, I am truly addicted.
My name is missbooti and I am a full-blown crappy TV addict.
PS: I went on the RADDEST winter shopping spree. Sensational. Loving myself and the new threads sick at the moment.
April 15, 2009
Back at the homestead …
… I’m eating my parents’ Easter bunnies on the sly.
Help! I’m a bad person!
:p
April 11, 2009
TBL, chips-choccie-wine, did I mention TBL?
- I am obsessed with The Biggest Loser. I have been doing my best to avoid watching it because there are a few elements I really disagree with, but I’m hooked. Every week(day) I seem to find myself in front of the telly, crying along with Julie the mum, wanting to pat dear ol’ Cam on the back, and cheering on the two poor blokes holed up out bush with the scary super-sized trainer (can’t remember his name, but he’s no Emazon).
- I am currently living on chips, cheese and wine … not to mention the occasional chocolate. Wagtown = Gorgefest, but I’m okay with it. What else are holidays for? I am going out for a fabulous dinner tonight at the 3 Chefs (”Google that shit) with a dear friend. Can’t. Wait. For. Oysters.
- I busted out some serious Guitar Hero action last night and this morning. While I sat on my tush while shredding that shite up, I must say my wrists got quite the workout. Strong wrists. What every girl wants.
April 3, 2009
Is it reaaaaally bad to eat KFC while watching The Biggest Loser?
Yeah, I know.
Shocking.
I’m just trying to get Emazon to track me down and kick my ass in the ring. She’s a rad biatch.
PS: Shannon, I heart you. Be my trainer!
March 31, 2009
Ahhh, if only I took my own advice…
Published! On real Dub-ya Dub-ya site! Look!
http://www.weightwatchers.com.au/util/art/index_art.aspx?tabnum=1&art_id=43071
In other news, I nearly made out with my gym instructor today. He told me I was looking slimmer and that dancing was really working for me. After I gloated to my BF, JT, he replied, “Dancing?! What, do you mean you watching So You Think You Can Dance?!” No daaaaarling. True, haven’t quite been on the dancing bandwagon this year, been too busy getting my ass kicked at boxing. Oh well, exercise is exercise!
Yay. Compliments are fun.
March 25, 2009
Dear Body
Dear Body,
Hello.
There’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about for a long time and – put down the KFC drumstick! No, both of them! Wait, is that a snack box in your pocket?
Oh for F*CK’S SAKE!
Oh, you’re clearly not ready to talk to me yet.
I’ll try again soon.
Love, Booti.
March 25, 2009
Oh, Fat Fighters, let me count the ways I’ve betrayed you this week …
1. “I have a pimple on my face. It is a big, red and ugly. It is unattractive to others. I musn’t show my face in public. Therefore, I must avoid human contact at all costs. I must attend work otherwise will have no money, but recreational activities such as going to the gym will expose this fugly mountainous creation to the public. Hence, no gym this week.”
2. “I am busy at work, therefore don’t have much time to cook. Could potentially bing a potato in the microwave to accompany vegies and kanga, but has the potential of being too blah. Solution: KFC chips. Large. While walking home so it doesn’t seem like I’ve really had them.”
3. “Have been told I have exceptionally clean, white teeth (despite their many cosmetic flaws). Even praised on my wonderful flossing skills. Dentist taught me a fancy-pancy NEW way to floss. Have decided not to do it… scared I might start flossing out KFC Wicked Wings and Magnum pieces out from between my gums. I know they’re in there. They can stay there.”
4. “Had a block of chocolate today. By myself.”
5. “Sigh.”
6. “I am truly a human garbage disposal.”
