Fuck it. Told him the weed helps me eat. Might bring it sooner than Friday because he sounded worried. Getting ready for work in an hour. Wish me luck.
20 years old. pothead. cat lady. loves tea and astrology. chain smoker. unemployed. sporadic blogger when in emotional distress. I also have and eating disorder most of the time and I'm highly likely to actually bipolar which explains my sporadic blogging. Also I have a job now but I can't edit anything right at all because I'm high.
Anyway I used to weigh like 210lbs and I was a fatass and now I'm just normal and trying to not kill myself all the time. My mom thinks I'm an alcoholic but I'm actually not so that's good. I have absolutely nothing productive to add to the conversation most of the time. Ask me anything
Anyway I used to weigh like 210lbs and I was a fatass and now I'm just normal and trying to not kill myself all the time. My mom thinks I'm an alcoholic but I'm actually not so that's good. I have absolutely nothing productive to add to the conversation most of the time. Ask me anything
August 7, 2011
And the Dad is still awesome and enabling.
