| Current mood: |  dirty |
| Current music: | steve winwood, my new hero |
succotash
another night, another drug. another long night of waiting for the drug to kick in.
i think im going from anorexic to binge-eater. listen to what i ate at dinner last night (my parents ate out on the deck so they didnt see me, i wouldnt have eaten like this otherwise): a little bit of chicken (not a big meat fan), about a dinner-plate full of mashed potatoes (with a little gravy), and 3 corns on the cob. plus a salad. fattay...
my plan is, next week, when im housesitting, i wont really have food, so i can lose all the weight just by eating a little bit every day and maybe taking my good old diet pills again. im depending on my poverty to get me out of this fatass slump. my belly looks like that of a pregnant lady.
but on other news, i got my hair "cut" tonight. i dig it so far.
god why do i have no selfcontrol! and yet i could never admit it to anyone.
im tired of writing for now, maybe more later.
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