i'm not really counting gramma food as falling off the wagon. like rainbows and unhappy dry buttsecks at the gas pump, gramma food just IS. on one half of the plate, we have real mashed potatoes, lima beans and yam patties. on the other we have gravy on the potatoes, fried chicken and a 2x2 chunk of chocolate cake
and that just reminded me that i brought home a slice of punkin pie but left it in my auto. sigh... i don't feel like getting it now.
maybe i'll leave it til it grows mold and i won't have to happily and orgasmically eat it
now that i have a female times tracker app, i stopped keeping math in my head. so i just look at the app, say to myself '4 days and still so anger?' and be still so angered
i honestly don't know what's going on. but i am SO. EFFING. PISSED. AT EVERYTHING. when people i don't know get in my space i want to literally growl and say moooooove
it took a few extra hours to get to sleep, so i'm kinda tired now
yawn yawn yawn



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