dog shit. no really.
a few minutes ago i wrote THE longest entry about the absurd amount of dog shit that i've been picking up lately and how my biggest concern in life at the moment is the sound of a dangerously low bottle of febreeze and carpet cleaner. you can't even pick this shit up because its straight chocolate sauce with green apple splatters, so you have to mostly scoop and wipe. i wrote this humorous and excessively long entry about dog shit and since i suck at life, i hit 'BACK', deleting the sum of my text. i was so completely pissed off that i immediately messaged my friend who asked me if writing the entry was a cathartic experience. after acknowledging his clever use of vocabulary, i realized that i was more concerned with whomever might have read my entry and if they'd think of me as witty and smart than the actually process of writing it. that's just sad.
i've been eating a lot this week so i've been sucking in my stomach when i look in the mirror. today my friend chris stopped by and commented on my face and how it seems to be filling out a little bit. i guess that confirmed any questions that i might have had about whether or not i was gaining weight or just being paranoid. i guess that being paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't really out to get you!
i've been eating a lot this week so i've been sucking in my stomach when i look in the mirror. today my friend chris stopped by and commented on my face and how it seems to be filling out a little bit. i guess that confirmed any questions that i might have had about whether or not i was gaining weight or just being paranoid. i guess that being paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't really out to get you!