So, my life has been pretty chaotic. In a boring way, if that is even possible. Anyway, what I mean is that I've got quite a lot of loose ends right now, and it just doesn't seem right. So today is the day to set everything back into place.
I'm not doing much though. I'm just gonna finish my coffee, take a shower, get dressed and go to town to tidy my brother's place. Last time I slept there I was completely drunk and ended up making a huge mess and somehow getting one of those orange cones inside. I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with the cone, but just the fact that I'm gonna get rid of it might make me feel a little bit better about myself. Right now I just feel ashamed.
Then I'm going to the doctor with mum and finally doing something about what I think is hemorrhoids, but I like to call 'my little ass problem'. So yeah, my little ass problem is gross and it's about time I do something about it.
Finally, I'm going straight from the doctor's to Blockbuster and telling my boss I want to quit. There's absolutely no reason for me to stay there, and I might have an actual decent oportunity somewhere else. But I won't talk about that. Don't wanna jinx it.
Oh, and about last post: I can't diet anymore. Maybe cause I'm weak, maybe cause I'm more mature than when I was 16, but I just can't do it. And if I am to find a boyfriend, I will find a boyfriend, whether my bones are showing or not.
Guess that's all.
I'm not doing much though. I'm just gonna finish my coffee, take a shower, get dressed and go to town to tidy my brother's place. Last time I slept there I was completely drunk and ended up making a huge mess and somehow getting one of those orange cones inside. I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with the cone, but just the fact that I'm gonna get rid of it might make me feel a little bit better about myself. Right now I just feel ashamed.
Then I'm going to the doctor with mum and finally doing something about what I think is hemorrhoids, but I like to call 'my little ass problem'. So yeah, my little ass problem is gross and it's about time I do something about it.
Finally, I'm going straight from the doctor's to Blockbuster and telling my boss I want to quit. There's absolutely no reason for me to stay there, and I might have an actual decent oportunity somewhere else. But I won't talk about that. Don't wanna jinx it.
Oh, and about last post: I can't diet anymore. Maybe cause I'm weak, maybe cause I'm more mature than when I was 16, but I just can't do it. And if I am to find a boyfriend, I will find a boyfriend, whether my bones are showing or not.
Guess that's all.
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