Friday, March 13, 2009
That's how I feel. I've turned into a hermit the last week. All I want is cake and to not leave the house. My hair is greasy and I wander around aimlessly until I find something to eat. Then I gorge and when that's completed I return to the wander. So what if my employment is no longer guaranteed, and every time I think I'll be hearing something from my boss , it just turns out that I have to wait another week. (He's hoping to hear from the landlords Mon.) I'm seriously disgusting. I need a shower. I need to shave my legs. I need to get out of the house and do something! We shall see. Maybe I'll get my gross ass cleaned up and go somewhere tomorrow. You know it's time to shave your armpits when your seven year old tells you to.