Here come the overly paranoid mom thoughts. Looks like I basically get to be a vegan because dairy and meat products contain chemicals and antibiotics that can cause deformities that range from leukemia to mental retardation. I can also count out anything with high fructose corn syrup, simple carbs, aspartame and caffeine. Whole Foods, here I come.
I have so much laundry and house work to do, but all I wanna do is snuggle up in my cozy bed and read my pregnancy books all day. Boo. No motivation.
At first I thought the “alternative” was my only option. Now, I don’t feel like it’s an option at all. It’s time to grow up, but what’s wrong with that?
I feel so alone right now. Fuck. This.
Walking to BK and stuffing my face with everything I possibly can that’s unhealthy and disgusting. My feelings just taste so good…
This is the day that everything changes.
Part One: The Club So, two weeks ago, my friend asked me if I wanted to go to Beta with her. I was bored and wanted a night to go wild so I said sure. Well, a half a bottle of Absolut later and they were finally picking me up. I don’t even remember leaving my house. VIP at the club means drinks, drinks, drinks. So numerous vodka drinks and whatever I was drinking out of champagne glasses...
My bartender called himself rude. We’re listening to ska, he wears a golf cap. Fuck. Me.
Shit just got real…
40s and bowls for lunch. Jam sesh with my tripod. Best. Therapy. Ever.
Would you guys still be my friends if I told you I was jammin’ to Miley Cyrus right now?
“I hope she gives you Herpes,” means an automatic unfollow. Just…no…