Okay diary, I have to stop writing early today. To be continued. I am in full PMS nervous breakdown mode, and if someone doesn’t bring me a tall bucket of vodka in like the next five minutes, it might really be the start of World War 4 around here.
No. 3
I think I ate too much water today- it’s a good thing that I asked to get my half order of the half size salad at lunch to go, and ate the rest of it for dinner. I mean, it’s not like I’m on a diet or anything, and I’m certainly not trying to master the concentration camp look like so many other girls and women out there, especially those new vampy models, but we all have to watch what we eat, even at the best of times. Like even if there was a famine, I might not even care, because then I wouldn’t have to worry at all. Those Ethiopians don’t know how lucky they have it sometimes. Speaking of which, never let someone kidnap you and take you to an Ethiopian restaurant for dinner. I mean, what the fuck? They will literally have nothing to eat except for like leaves and dried beans. Actually, I don't know what the fuck that was.
