February 03, 2002 :: 8:40 p.m.
I'd like some bon-bons with that bubble bath, please
Okay. I'm still more irritable than I should be, because Joe works open to close tomorrow and doesn't want to go out tonight. So... no gym for me. I realize that I could go alone, but for some reason I have a prejudice against that. I don't want to go alone. So instead I'm staying home, and my dad is making cookies, and there's a cherry pie on the counter, and lots of ice cream in the freezer, and I think my resolution to eat well may go down the drain soon.
ARGH.
I haven't been bad yet, but I can just feeling coming. I'm pissy, I'm bored, I'm upset - this is when I want to eat. A lot. And nothing that I want to eat is good for me. None of it. Right now I'd like to take a nice big hunk of cherry pie, plop some vanilla ice cream on top of it, draw up a hot bath, light some candles, and frickin' eat my pie in the tub like the scary old fat woman I am destined to become. So appealing, and yet so frightening.
I'm going to help my grandma move some things into her shed tomorrow afternoon. She's crippled and can't do that sort of thing, so it's my job as her grand-daughter to help out. Which I don't mind, really. It's not like I have anything else to do tomorrow. It's not like I have a life or anything. Seriously. I don't. I see my boyfriend once a week, on average, and my two best friends a wee bit more than that. I don't have a job, or school to attend, so I have plenty of free time, I just don't have anyone to spend it with. It's not so bad when the weather is nice, but I'm very bad at amusing myself when I have to stay inside. It's like I've got this big, fat case of cabin fever and there is no cure. My family has been driving me nuts, which makes perfect sense because I see them 24/7 and I don't like them very much.
Yes, Virginia, the devil does exist. He comes disguised as boredom, and he will corrupt your soul.
I really want to hit something. Still.
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