Apr 13, 2008 20:03
thank you, wisconsin tax payers, for your contributions to my pantry.
that is all.
well.
almost everything.
I've got a mouthful of a pages or two worth, here.
alright.
I don't like sunday's.
I think we've been over this, before.
yeh. sunday's are terrible.
I fell asleep on the couch last night and woke up a bit late, this morning.
seems like my internal alarmclock is broken, lately.
this is the third day in a row I've woke up past ten.
how disappointing.
I didn't do a whole hell of a lot today.
woke up. went to the cafe'. talked to ron & loreen for five minutes.
went to my mum's so she could write me a check and help me fill out some bank junk and
ended up going to petco to buy her fish food and a gift card. whatever.
it all of a sudden seems very quiet, here. I don't like it.
okay. there.
so. then. I went to the grocery store and bought a lot of tea.
veggies. soy milk. popcorn. and whatnot.
came home. played some guitar. watched some jefferson airplane.
came back on over to my mom's place and worked out for a little bit.
played with the cat. dug for spare change. weighed myself. got pissed off. then left.
now I am here. pissed off and tired.
I am angry with myself.
I have such a poor attitude toward anything I do, lately.
okay. just involving myself, really.
I hate being a girl.
I hate having boobs.
I hate having to be a certain weight.
I hate body image, in general.
and then I dwell on it. an I get upset.
and I'll dwell on what I didn't do, today.
thinking I could've done more.
yet I just continue to sit here and rant about it.
eh well, at least I realize my faults.
and sometimes I'd just like to smack myself straight in the face.
bitch.
there is room for improvement.
no doubt.
that's that.
and this is where the candlebox usually takes over.
because they're angry.
and so am I.