Don't Touch My Yoghurt

This relationship just makes the world a better place: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/79097839.html#cutid1

I went shopping with my mum today and bought a maroon cargo jacket for $14.95. It is the same as Big Michelle's khaki one but obviously a different colour. I am so sorry for purchasing the same style, Big Michelle. But it was on sale, the last one in my size and a colour I really like. At least they are very different colours. However, I believe they are non-descript and common enough for it to not appear like we are wearing the same jacket. Let us not forget the brown pleather debacle of 2011:

Speaking of jackets, my love for pleather jackets continues to rage on. Whenever I see one, I just want to buy it. Especially if it is under $20. I am still on the hunt for the perfect one. My beige one is too short, my black one with the shearling collar is a little too tight around the shoulders but too lose around the torso and my latest black moto one is super comfortable but too big for me. It is a hard life, I agree. See for yourself:

I have officially lost 5kg and halfway to my goal. I am pleased but my dad continues to piss me off by commenting on my eating habits. Before I lost weight, he used to say things like, "Oh, you shouldn't eat so much yoghurt. It is fattening. I am telling you this because I know you are trying to lose weight," even though I wasn't actively trying to lose weight, I just really like yoghurt. Which basically translates to, "You could use to lose a few kilos." Now, he still says stuff like, "Don't eat so much yoghurt. It is fattening." Excuse me, my diet is finally in control and in moderation. I can always anticipate when a comment about my eating habits or weight are coming and I just want to stand up and leave when I sense it.

I am off to model my maroon cargo jacket in front of the mirror now. I hope you are having a lovely day.

J