2004-11-09
blackhead convention-lobby to the left
Hormones are the devil's creation.
Right now, there is a blackhead convention being held on my forehead. As if my fucking forehead has suddenly become the Hilton hotel chain. Anything oil-spreading can just come and claim a tiny part of my pores. Yeah go ahead and eat up my skin you little red dots of pain and embarassment. Bring it the hell on.
Also, I have been eating like a tyrannosaurus rex. Everything in my way I have consumed. This lunch period alone I actually ate ham. And to know Ahna is to know that she is anti-pork anything. Not just because I am half-Jew but also because the taste makes me want to gag. Along with red meat and lobster. OOh, but shrimp... see what I mean? Anything food related and my mouth starts watering. This from a girl who used to hate eating. Not from anorexia, just from not liking the taste of most food. Me and my little idiosyncracies.
(Ok so more like me and my big idiosyncracies. Shut up or tell me something that you do to drive your loved ones up the gorge.)
The pill has been created to make women less attractive. I have grown a slight stubble on my upper lip. Not peach fuzz mind you, but stubble. And I feel cold, achy, nauseaus, horny-like-a-goat-, and bitchy. Plus I know have the underlying propensity to cry at the drop of a tophat. Does anyone want my life? I'll throw in a month's supply of the pill for free.
PS: I came to the conclusion that a freshman has a crush on me. Leave it to me to attract young Jesus-huggers. What's wrong a Jesus-hugger you ask? They eat pork, that's what.
Quote of the day:"I'm not asking you to date my floors, I'm asking you to clean my floors."-[Las Vegas]