Slept about 6 hours even with the sleeping pills and valerian but I feel pretty rested. Washed my dishes, tidied the kitchen and drank some coffee. Did 20 minutes of exercise since I was running late. Got dressed, came to work.
It's weird not to weigh myself multiple times a day. I think I look OK. Not as good as I'd like too because I still have the flabby stomach. But OK. My skin is looking a bit better but dammit these scars are impossible to get rid of I swear. Patience is a virtue.
Now I am perusing the different options for dental insurance. I need to bite the bullet and deal with my eroding enamel issues. I had gone a few years ago because of my gum issues, which took like 6 or 7 visits to fix, poor teeth. Now I need to get in the habit of having routine check-ups. Being an adult sucks.
At work once again before my boss and her little pet. Pathetic. I was also here this weekend. I am tired of carrying everything myself. I can't ask for help because that is "complaining" what a fucking whore-faced bitch.
Glad that my friends are coming down in May. That pleases me.
I always worry about whether people who read this talk about me to their real life friends. I never do, but no one knows I have a diary. I am sure some people do since they are friends in real life. So very odd.
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I love how I got here at 10 and my boss got here are fucking 11:30 AM. Her pet got her at 11. So yeah bitch you'll have to be here until 10 PM when you get here an hour and a half late. Fuck off. On Friday she got here after me AND left before me. Such a fucking stupid cow.
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It's so important for me to remember that this isn't it. That things can and will get better than this. That I have some kind of living left to do. And if I don't, if I'm meant to die soon, I don't want to spend my last days pining over loser guys or wishing for things that will never come. I need to focus on what time I have left and doing something meaningful for myself and this world.
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Ugh I hate that my loser coworker only talks to me to bum cigarettes. I slipped and started smoking again last Friday because of his stupid ass. I left the few I have at home and told him I heard smoking is bad for you, all bitchy style. I couldn't even be bothered to look at him.
And motherfucker can I just say that I hate when people open your office door and when they leave they don't close it back, or they close it half-way. Fuck you ass, you bothered me!
10:45 a.m. - 2011-03-14
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