fatty deposits

I'm kinda depressed. And you'll never ever guess what it is this time.

(It's cuz I'm fat.)

I'm going on a secret date tomorrow.

(He's not LDS, or white, and LOVES SEX)

So I'm trying to pick out something to wear. And it was really upsetting that my Plan W didn't fit. It's a tee shirt that I got with a special order of AAR's Move Along(2005) and due to a mistake I got a shirt that would fit two of me. Now it fits really tight. Displays every curve as if I wasn't wearing anything at all.

I ended up with a humongo tee and flannel shirt from my collection of clothing that Kenzie left here. And the humongo shirt fits me decently. It doesn't really hide anything, though.

So now I'm listening to my whole Eminem collection.

(after downloading a discography and deleting the stuff that I ended up not liking there are 11 songs left)

I have to take three buses to get to Sandy to meet Mike. It'll take 2 hours from the time I catch the first bus to the time I get off the third.

Also, I don't have a doorknob on my bedroom door right now. Eric took off the old one to put in a new one that locks with a key but we lost part of it.

I wanna scream.

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