A lifetime drunk |
Solitude, Literature, Blue Dodos, Booze |
So my mom thinks I’m borderline obese…so she’s making me go on a diet of almost starvation that I FUCKING BREAK AT SCHOOL…so she’s cutting my money in half.
Anyway, I should go to the gym with the “new and incredible routine” she found. It’s ok. I kinda like it.
So, she hopes that for the end of the semester I’ll be 22 pounds thinner. 2-2 FUCKING POUNDS. So I’ll look pretty in my prom dress…Honey, I ain’t going to any prom. Deal with it.
Oh, that’s not the end. I need to rise my grades to about 90+ so I can get the university tuition paid.
And I need to eat salmon EVERYDAY, because it’s good for I DON’T KNOW WHAT MAGICAL REASONS. That pink color does not look eatable.
At least I’m allowed to drink a cup of chai latte (homemade, skim milk, no sugar) daily.
No coffee, in the other hand.