Mar 19, 2006 15:15
He puts food in front of me when I'm drunk. Goddammit. This isn't going to work.
Stop that. Yes it is. Be strong.
So far today I've had a giant pepsi for the hangover, plus a little bit of last night's seaweed soup. I get my food stamps tomorrow. God I can't wait to go grocery shopping. Then I can strategize.
I woke up this morning and wanted to slice open my gut when I remembered the onion rings at the bar. The night before it was an entire box of pizza rolls. FUCK. I can go vegan again and use that as an excuse. I just have to be careful about drinking. I already told him something last night about drinking + food = bad shit he's home