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I visited CarlyAndMissy's cat this evening. His name is Gary and he is fat, tabbyish, and has the most brilliant blue eyes EVER. I decided I am going to give him tens of thousands of nicknames. His first is Gary Glitter, because he's fat and would look good in sparkly boots. His next name is Chubs, because he likes to do a little chub rub thing on this cardboard scratcher toy. We gave Gary Glitter some catnip and he suddenly looked very paranoid. I want to cuddle him, even though he's a tad greasy.

Someone got pulled over by campus security outside of my residence hall. "Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?"

Bloop bleep.

Tuesday Poll, bitchfaces. I <3 you.

[Poll #482359]

Jackie's Aliases

Your movie star name: Carbohydrates Harry

Your fashion designer name is Jackie Prague

Your socialite name is Prunella Allentown

Your fly girl / guy name is J Bol

Your detective name is Kitten Delcastle

Your barfly name is Starburst Dirty Girl Scout

Your soap opera name is Emily Bandelero

Your rock star name is Chocolate Fuckin' Powerwalker

Your star wars name is Jacdun Bolboy

Your punk rock band name is The Silly Speculum

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Err.

Today, and for about the 4th time this semester, someone stopped me and asked, "Are you losing weight?"

I would like to note that all of the people who have asked or insisted about my slimming down, with the exception of Drew, followed it up with, "Yeah! I think you are! It looks good! Congratulations!" I appreciate that these people want to give me a compliment, and I will never gripe at anyone who goes out of their way to do something they think is nice, but honestly... don't assume I want to lose weight.

This reminds me of when I was working at Fasion Bug. This woman came in once, looking for an outfit to wear for a party. She was painfully thin and emaciated and told me a story about how she had been really curvy once, until some still-undiagnosed illness had attacked her body. Within six months, both fat and muscle had just fallen off at alarming rates, leaving her fragile and unable to find clothes that wouldn't make her look like a bag full of pointy objects. Her eyes were desperate and hungry and she nearly started crying in the store. She left empty handed.

The point of this story, folks, is that you can't assume that all weight loss is positive or even welcome.

And for the record, I don't think I'm losing weight. To the woman who remarked at my perceived dropping of pounds today, I must say this: It's called "I'm wearing a black tunic that visually lengthens and slims my torso." But thank you, I think, anyway.