nothing tastes as good...
so apparently just because i am the thinnest girl in the apartment (which is not saying much at all), and just because i am not constantly stuffing my face full of crap and just because i go to the gym a couple of times a week and workout, that means that i am anorexic. which means that everybody feels it their perogative to insert themselves into my business, to tell me what's wrong with me and what i should do about it, or try and make me an appointment with a therapist. you're "worried about me"! bull crap! get out of my face.
and she's slowly driving me crazy. for the 80th time today, i know that you love me, now stop touching me and let me do my homework.
but on the happy side, things are slowly progressing with a nice young gentleman of appreciable handsomeness.
and classes are as they always are. sometimes enjoyable, sometimes not. (fabio is still awesome). but so far i have pretty much been keeping up with my homework and that makes me proud of myself.
and i have been keeping my room at top cleanliness, which makes me happy. i do ever so enjoy having my own room. everyone should try it.
and she's slowly driving me crazy. for the 80th time today, i know that you love me, now stop touching me and let me do my homework.
but on the happy side, things are slowly progressing with a nice young gentleman of appreciable handsomeness.
and classes are as they always are. sometimes enjoyable, sometimes not. (fabio is still awesome). but so far i have pretty much been keeping up with my homework and that makes me proud of myself.
and i have been keeping my room at top cleanliness, which makes me happy. i do ever so enjoy having my own room. everyone should try it.