Isn't it? And as an extra bonus it is extremely crooked. I thought this picture illuminated that.
Is it pathetic that I am afraid to open my fridge? There is some raunchy Panda express in there. Stephanie brought it over when Nick still lived here.
Speaking of Nick, I hate him every time my mother knocks.
I wish he hadn't left me. I can't be with him on Friday nights again. I can't pretend I'm sixteen and forgive him for leaving me here in the whale's belly. He is heartbreakingly sad though.
I went to bed at six in the evening today. Then woke up at eleven p.m.
No one wanted to do anything with me.
I find that I do not give even half of a flying fuck about it. I feel that I will probably return to my bed soon and have more dreams about traveling to fantastic places.
Oh, UPDATE: I have five dollars left in checking, and seven dollars in savings.
I need to get a job. But I hate working. I also hate being marooned here because my car is out of gas. I also hate not having a cigarette. Or coffee for that matter.
Food today:
half of nasty english muffin turkey sandwich. (Kayden said it tasted like the sandwich took a poop. Mother was not pleased.)
a cup'o' noodle
five cigarettes
snapple
Needless to say, poverty is making me more attractive. I know it's bizarre, but I'd rather have my happiness back...
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