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I want more sleep.  Granted between yesterday and today I have made a decent effort.

No mechanic, dumbass.

I did go out get my paycheck cashed, did a little shopping and had lunch.  Spent too much money but I will survive.

In the course of my shopping I did come to a realization, my cutting has hit new levels.  I have dulled my original prep blade to where it is basically useless and while I was in CVS I grabbed another pack without blinking an eye, had an excuse if anyone asked me why I needed them and secretly wished someone would ask.  Another Dr is going to be needed soon if this keeps up.  However I did have to pick up Cranberry stuff, hurts in the restroom and a tinge of blood, that means I am growing something in the urinary tract.  I fucking HATE cranberry.

I did end up with a couple of skirts, a new lamp and a faboo purse to replace the tote bag with.  It makes me smile a little but when surrounded by size 2 up the ass it makes me concious of being a 12-14.  Almost double that if you see me in a dress as well these puppies are way to big.  (for those not in the know.. 38 DD/F) At that point I have to look towards 20-22 and the rest of  the dress is a sack.  I keep hoping reduction would be something offered, I would love to wear normal clothes. And not a mumu.

Have to get to work soon 11-6 not too bad really, just not looking forward to it.

Eeep just got a call.. gotta go to work now.. apparently slammed

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July 15, 2006

yikes. I won’t ask you to stop cutting yourself. It’s something I can’t understand. Instead, I will direct you to this stuff: http://www.naturesbounty.com/pages/products.aspx?PID=330 It’s AWESOME. It’s in gel form. It’s like taking 4 cranberry extract pills in one pill. In an hour after taking two and a bunch of water, you are good to go. I’ve suffered 10 years, this is the best stuff.

July 17, 2006

I hate anything cranberry, too…tastes like bitter ass. I wish you could stop cutting, hon. I know how difficult it is, though. Hang in there, OK? I know it isn’t always easy. Hell, it’s never easy. But, I’m rooting for you. I don’t have to know you IRL to hope that you can one day be truly happy.