I told my bosses I was quitting. My last day is Aug. 27th. I move to San Antonio on Sept. 3. I am so excited. I need a change of pace desperately. I have started to hate it here. The lack of money and the filth and degradation. I can't stand it.
I am back up 10 150, after a piggish weekend of beer and food. Dammit.
I kind of made out with this lesbian chick I work with. She seems rather fond of me, but I have no urge to go any further with her. I like making out with girls but I don't want anything more. I feel bad. She is nice enough and fun to hang with. Thank goodness I am moving. I always manage to get myself into these types of complicated situations.
Why am I still so fat? I want to be less than 135 by the time I leave. That�s 5 weeks to lose 15 pounds. If I don't fuck up it should be easy enough. Its 11 am and I'm hungry again. I ate at 7:30. I had 1.5 packets of regular oatmeal with a third of a peach, equal and some non-dairy creamer along with coffee. How am I fucking hungry already? This is why I will forever be fat.
7:33 p.m. - 2004-07-23
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