it's the weekend already.
unfortunately, it'll more than likely be spent studying than drinking.
we's got finals next week.
boooooooooooooo.

i'm definitely gonna hit up wallyworld for school stuff though.
notebook paper for 15 cents. i will fight you for that shit.


i'm bummed the kid who always made my caramel macchiatos EXACTLY the way i want 'em doesn't work at the crackhouse starbucks anymore.
he was so freakin cute.
he'd grin from ear to ear everytime i said "thanks, darlin'".
just adorable.
i think he wanted my goodies.

i fucking hate the south in the summer.
it makes me miserable.
i don't wear shorts that often but everytime i do, i burn my ass and thighs on the seats in our cars.
it's emotionally distressing
can i sue cadillac and nissan for that?

my back hurts like hell.
the only way i know to describe the feeling is imagine someone grabbing your lower spine and rubbing your lumbar vertebrae together. there's nothing to cushion the friction, just bone scraping another bone.
fun, right?
well, that's exactly what spondylolisthesis is: displaced vertebrae grinding against one another.
i think mine are L4 and L5.
i should probably make an appointment for some more cort shots.
why do they have to be so damn expensive?

i have a headache.
a little nicotine withdrawal, i presume.
smoking's not only bad for your health, but your wardrobe as well.
i've burned holes in like ten different shirts, one of J's jackets, two pairs of his khakis, and a pair of boyshorts [don't ask].

my niece told my mom J and i don't love her anymore cause we never come home to see her.
she's like my baby and hearing my mom tell me that just broke my heart.
she's a smart little girl but she doesn't fully understand the concept of us living in different cities. she thinks the two cities are like ten minutes apart and i can just up and leave anytime she asks.
cute but frustrating.
i guess i'm gonna have to buy her something and fed*ex it to her.

i'ma kick the shit out of that damn dog if she comes over here and bites my goddamn foot one more damn time.

this whole weight-gaining process isn't going according to planned.
it's something i want and need to do, but then when i actually see it happening, i feel so fucking disgusting.
J's like ''baby, i like you with a little more meat on you."
motherfucker, that's not meat.
it's fat.
jiggle jiggle jello gelatin FAT.
fat fat fat fat fat.
F A T ! ! ! ! !

i know i'm never gonna get rid of my ass; that's genetics.
it's the other shit that drives me insane.
i don't want titties on my back, fat pockets above my knees, or my thighs clapping when i walk.
cankles! i don't want cankles!
i'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown just thinking about it.

it's really sad how i get consumed with the smallest things.

fuck.
thunderstorm.
i gotsta go hide under the covers.
i be scurred.

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