2001-12-13 + 6:59 p.m.

I have been tinkering with my page alittle bit. I need to get my guestbook back up and do some more stuff.

Yesterday was horrible. The night before last I locked myself out and had to stay at Tarah's dorm where I didn't have any clothes and no toothbrush. I woke up in the morning with my period and no tampons. I had to look in Tarah's closet and snatch one from this bucket she had. While waiting for the bus a bird craps into my hair and I no choice but to go to work underwearless and a bird smear in my ponytail.

I stopped at Lane Bryant and bought a pair of undies and changed in my bathroom at work. I wet my hair down to get the birdie poopie and out and faced another day at the job.

I got silly and chased Paul around with a giant stuffed Gary pillow from SpongeBob. Paul didn't like him.

I beat our day by alot.

I got home and felt so dirty and smelly and gross. I showered and made mac and cheese which made me vomit.

I have no luck at all.

Lately I've been obsessed with these proanorexia sites. I can thank Tarah for this one. These girls write sites on how to be anorexic without anyone knowing. It becomes this all consuming idea. I'm fascinated because it sickens me so.

It's like a trainwreck that you can't tear your eyes from.

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