tuesday

My ulcer's been fucking up my rotation for a week now. I can't eat a thing. Wed. I ate some M&M's and I was sick for hours...just a little pack from the snack machine at work. Yesterday I couldn't bring myself to touch anything.
Today I went to the store and bought popsicles. I don't know why, I just wanted them. I just finished off a grape one. If frozen kool aide makes me sick my life will be offically over.


later that night...
in case you were wondering, the grape kool aide on stick did in fact make me go all dizzy and ready to hurl. it's getting out of hand. it takes a lot for me to admit that i'm sick, (i'm hard-headed and, lets face it, stupid like that) i hate showing weakness and in my head being sick is being weak. it got me in to a lot of trouble last year, i ended up with huge hospital bills and i lost a lot of weight.
and i lied this shit has been driving me crazy for almost three weeks not a week like i said. i tried to put on the dickies i bought at the begining of the month today and I couldn't wear them, even with a belt they hung too low. stef fussed all day today and threatened to slit my throat if i lost any more weight and couldn't hold up my bridesmaid dress.

....mmm

Man. I've really been pissy for a while now haven't I? Sorry, guys. That's what happens when you take away Tuesday's booze and spicy food. I'm half cajun, half creole; I am booze and spicy food.
I promise to quit bitchin'.