but...but....
cristina. there is no point to becoming a vegetarian if every single time you get ravenously hungry (like at this very moment), you end up either devouring a pizza, or ordering soy burgers and smashed potatoes. is the whole point not to eat healthier? to rid your body of toxins? so please, for the love of god (buddha?). stop subbing meat with stuff you KNOW will never measure up. if not, i will be forced to shovel the entire butcher section of whole foods, raw, into your mouth as punishment. although maybe that wouldn't be much punishment. either way, stop. love, cristina.
i've been on this "making peace with the world" kick of late, and i think its working (buddha?). not only did i meet the NY michael chiklis, who i will now proceed to stalk for the rest of my life (LOVE YOU BABY!!), but today i did something that surprised even myself (my savior queen maru formerly of allston is gonna kill me - but it's a good thing, i think). i was in a horrific mood, and was purposely avoiding everyone at work for fear that i may have gotten homicidal. there was no real reason, other than the fact that i missed class last night (buddha?) and felt completely unbalanced. anyway, i knew i had to do something productive within my aims for salvation, so i emailed an old friend.
this particular friend was someone i was tight with in college, but after a series of dependent events decided was not good for me and proceeded to strain my relationship with her. i'm being vague and vaguer because i have recently acquired a nice case of pothead paranoia that follows me 24/7 and pervades every aspect of my life. even though this is a tangent, i will explain that i ALWAYS think i'm being followed, that people are out to get me, and that everyone hates what i'm doing, the way i act, the way i look, etc. clearly i think everyone i know reads this as well. which shows how delusional i am, since, who the fuck cares about what i have to say anyway?! (buddha?) here we go again. the problem is i'm not smoking up. i don't do drugs (anymore). so where this paranoia comes from, i don't know.
ANYWAY. i emailed her today. and she emailed back. and we're meeting up. and i fully expect the wrath of the mary eugene on my gmail by 9am tomorrow morning. i'm sorry. i have failed you. um "she eats leaves?"
oh my god i bet you she IS reading this.
maybe if i smoke a bowl the paranoia will go away.
maybe i should just delete this blog...be done with it all.
signing off,
mrs. drama
i've been on this "making peace with the world" kick of late, and i think its working (buddha?). not only did i meet the NY michael chiklis, who i will now proceed to stalk for the rest of my life (LOVE YOU BABY!!), but today i did something that surprised even myself (my savior queen maru formerly of allston is gonna kill me - but it's a good thing, i think). i was in a horrific mood, and was purposely avoiding everyone at work for fear that i may have gotten homicidal. there was no real reason, other than the fact that i missed class last night (buddha?) and felt completely unbalanced. anyway, i knew i had to do something productive within my aims for salvation, so i emailed an old friend.
this particular friend was someone i was tight with in college, but after a series of dependent events decided was not good for me and proceeded to strain my relationship with her. i'm being vague and vaguer because i have recently acquired a nice case of pothead paranoia that follows me 24/7 and pervades every aspect of my life. even though this is a tangent, i will explain that i ALWAYS think i'm being followed, that people are out to get me, and that everyone hates what i'm doing, the way i act, the way i look, etc. clearly i think everyone i know reads this as well. which shows how delusional i am, since, who the fuck cares about what i have to say anyway?! (buddha?) here we go again. the problem is i'm not smoking up. i don't do drugs (anymore). so where this paranoia comes from, i don't know.
ANYWAY. i emailed her today. and she emailed back. and we're meeting up. and i fully expect the wrath of the mary eugene on my gmail by 9am tomorrow morning. i'm sorry. i have failed you. um "she eats leaves?"
oh my god i bet you she IS reading this.
maybe if i smoke a bowl the paranoia will go away.
maybe i should just delete this blog...be done with it all.
signing off,
mrs. drama
posted by Cristina at 9:32 PM
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