Oh really?

Jul 26, 2007 20:26

I smashed the back of my skull on concrete in a drunkin dance jam. It really hurts, and I am an idiot. drunken dance injury #2.

Other news. I am not happy with the new revelations that are befolding. I think I might have a boyfriend. His name is food, and I need to break up with him. It's just a really abusive relationship. How do I honestly think I am going to be a dancer if I dont A. eat right B. excercise and tone C. stretch properly. Not to mention I just feel down right hideous lately.

More dreams with the evil male figure that filters its way into my dreams, haven't had those in a while. If he is so evil, why is it that he always wants to help me, take me away, love me, or play games?
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