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another self-important entry
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I've gained seven pounds since I've stopped smoking.
Ten before that when I was depressed - plus my injury (part of the reason I was depressed) keeps me from fully engaging when I’m working out.
Lame.
Comfort food for me consists of Mexican, Cajun, Soul and Italian food, all of which I cook very well. I also really like bread and potatoes.
I'll take chips and salsa over cake and ice cream anyday.
I’m going to try two weeks of very low caffeine and no alcoholic beverages, as well as dieting.
Ill probably break down from trying to do too much at once and end up in a corner smoking a cigarette with a bottle of whiskey while eating a fried pork chop and coffee grind sandwich. Ill have to fill in the space with my masturbation addiction. Joy.
I still cant go anywhere, haven’t been to my office in a week or so, not till thurs, and none of you fuckers will play history fun with me. cunts.
Ill see you guys in a couple of days, I'm going to try and get some reading done Ive been wanting to finish. Did you know I could read? It is a chore with my adhd, second grade education and glass eye but I manage.
Send all your sexually explicit love letters and odes to caustic_milk@hotmail.com.
I miss my stalker.
Send me lyrics of horrible songs and tell me you like it when I'm angreh!
ILL BUGGER YOU AND STUFF YOUR GOB!
*lubs and shit*
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