Scurvy-worthy.

excercise is for gays and i refuse to partake in any form of it.

eating good is a possibility. today, i drank orange juice. seriously. not, like, sunny d. actual juice.

Glad your essay is over. Now you can go back to drinking all night and fucking anything that moves. (wait - did you even break from that pattern while you essayed?)

i can't write nothing these days. waiting for a certain mr. red green to ring me this afternoon so's i can interview him for the happiness article. what a strange thing.

in other news, the bulldog bot me a dress! you know, like, in the movies when the gentleman caller presents his laydee friend with a dress and it fits purfect and looks beautious and you spit at the screen in anger because shit like that doesn't happen in real life? well, keep your spit to yourself. it happened to me this morning.

it has polka-dots.