Forgotten Bathmat

Jun 9th, 2008 6:01:46 pm - Subscribe
Mood: squishy

I always feel like my insides are deteriorating. I'm pretty sure if I ever get cancer it's going to be in my stomach. I'm a hypochondriac. I wait around for all these diseases to take place.

Today was my first day of work on my own. They were all stay overs. It creeps me out walking around in other people's filth. It's one thing to clean up when they're gone but I'm convinced that I cleaned three rooms today where the people were pretty much living. One room had mexican flags and pictures of hispanic children in the mirrors. I kept picturing this guy coming in and referring to me as "white girl" and making all sorts of generalizations about my rich dad.

I'm horribly prejudiced. To the point where I think everyone else is.

I only worked for three hours. I could have stayed longer and helped out but no one seemed too friendly.

I'm really hungry but I don't want to eat. I hate it that I'm so chubby and I can't afford healthy food. After a nice six hour nap I'm going to snarf down a bowl of total and convince myself it's good for me.

I hate being this shallow. I also hate being this fat.

I want to look hot before school starts. I know it won't happen. It never does. I'm just about miserable enough to do it though.

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