what i did today:
1. studied
2. flicked two cars as they honked at me biking because i took up the entire lane. i am allowed to take up the whole lane and i will from now on so you bitches can honk all you want. fuckers.
3. i found a salad bar buffet place JUST like sweet tomatoes. i may dare to say even better? haha. and it's just like jasons in a way too!!! I AM SO CONTENT!!! yay!

i am so sick of school. eff this.

Stress does this to me:

eat plain food
absence of dreams
desire to clean
no time to clean
see dirt every where
avoid talking
avoid people i know
pluck eyebrows
shop
walk
activate ans system
buy random shit i dont need
say things i mean
then regret saying things
avoid the home
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
insomnia
sleep onset problems
breathing difficulties
tachycardia
early morning substance abuse
indigestion
irritability
confusion
lowered self esteem
inability to focus
memory loss

biking in 20mph wind is freaking insane. it's like trying to fight your way through a north carolina buffet line on sunday brunch coinciding with mother's day. speaking of buffets, i am trying one tonight, the only one in a 340924 mile radius! i'm hungry. going to get food.

salad makes my stomach hurt. what doesn't make it hurt? freaking acid from perpertual anxiety and stress. i hate school. did i ever say i hated work when i was workin?

1. my ass hurts
2. my arm hurts
3. i dont want to be here
4. what is going on
5. where is my diet soda?
6. everyone needs to die and go away.

so i was off the crazy pills for a couple of days because my rx ran out but i'm back on it..three days later off schedule. anywho, looks like everything is back on track. glasscase of emotions, hatred, liable mood, cravings for glucose, wanting and not wanting the peen, etc.

so the cutest tall boy was walkin down the street with his posse and he turned around to look at parker and i and tripped on the sidewalk. it was funny and i laughed aloud, per usual. he wore a boston hat and i wanted to say something about the EAST SIDE but he was obviously embarrassed, i had to get home to do work, and his posse was too big infiltration. it was like he was j.lo without the booty and zombie for a husband.

There is a note on the faculty fridge that says Students Do Not Use. Apparently, the 2x2 fridge for the 100 or so students who are always at school is sufficient. Bastards. Well the stupid crazy lady in accounting is a bitch for putting the note there. I am angry and anxious and don't need notes. Say it to my face biotch!

I notice a trend here. Notes instead of confrontation in California. First, the doggypoopy note and now the don't use our fridge note. What next? Stop breathing the California air note? Ass!

did i tell you how i stopped a homeless man from smothering his dirty nasty self all over Parker at the local 7-11? Yea, i felt bad but i didn't feel bad enough to not crush a mentally disordered gross individual from smothering my dog with the fresh scent of crazy.

am i supposed to fall down and start bawling because i can't do a sun salutation during yoga? it's not like i wanted to cry and nor can i feel the pain, but when my arm starts shaking and i topple over and then yell in agony, then i guess that's pain. i'm not letting myself register it because then i'll be indisposed. fucking bitch!

took down biking incident report. ha. let me know if you wanna hear the story.