From happy to depressed.

He turned me down, again.

He told me he wanted to see me, and I invited him out for my Birthday this weekend, and he said he couldn't make it.



But, I'm restricting a lot. So that's good news. And my new incentive, to get down to 17 inch legs, is a tattoo - since I'm 18 now!!! There's an inch and a half to go.

I'd love to know what I weight right now, but someone has lost/taken/hidden the scales -.-



Anyway, it's my Birthday thing tomorrow. I won't drink much, and I'm having a Salad for Dinner beforehand. Since I'm a light-weight, it'll take me two Vodka and Diet Cokes to get hammered!