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My bra and tank top straps refuse to stay on my left shoulder.
I'm about to go to bed. On the opposite end of the couch.
I threw up yesterday because my cramps were so bad. Wtf, right?
It makes me feel better to lie at the other end of my couch when I'm sick. So my pillows and shit are already there. Plus I like to mix it up a little sometimes.
I feel lighter today. Emotionally.
Which reminds me, I need to jog tomorrow. Even though it's supposed to be something like 96 degrees. Hottest day this year, I heard.
I got a tumblr. Don't worry, I had no idea what it was until like last week. It's basically exactly the same as every other social networking esque website out there. I've been posting photos every day. Just nice ones I find on the internet. It doesn't really mean anything. I don't know anyone else with a tumblr.
I don't know. I just don't want to feel so heavy anymore. Things are almost normal, or are going to be soon. And I was just so melodramatic about everything before. What the fuck, the Rachel from last month makes me think.
I don't know, I really like this saying that's not really popular or a [non mathematical] regular expression, but I like it, and it's sort of my life theme as of late:
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
I'm about to go to bed. On the opposite end of the couch.
I threw up yesterday because my cramps were so bad. Wtf, right?
It makes me feel better to lie at the other end of my couch when I'm sick. So my pillows and shit are already there. Plus I like to mix it up a little sometimes.
I feel lighter today. Emotionally.
Which reminds me, I need to jog tomorrow. Even though it's supposed to be something like 96 degrees. Hottest day this year, I heard.
I got a tumblr. Don't worry, I had no idea what it was until like last week. It's basically exactly the same as every other social networking esque website out there. I've been posting photos every day. Just nice ones I find on the internet. It doesn't really mean anything. I don't know anyone else with a tumblr.
I don't know. I just don't want to feel so heavy anymore. Things are almost normal, or are going to be soon. And I was just so melodramatic about everything before. What the fuck, the Rachel from last month makes me think.
I don't know, I really like this saying that's not really popular or a [non mathematical] regular expression, but I like it, and it's sort of my life theme as of late:
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.