She Gets What She Wants, And She Breaks What She Gets

How much weight did you lose from fasting?
did you fast AND work out?

so one of my co-workers came up to me today and asked if i'd gotten skinnier.
I said that yes, I had lost weight. And I was glad she noticed.
Then she was like, "of course I've noticed, your waist has gotten smaller"



made my fucking day.
seriously.
and kept me from eating the rest of the day too.

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It’s so weird, when you have those dreams when something happens, and a couple weeks later your dream happens but it’s the exact opposite as it happened when you were sleeping, why is it that at the dullest times in life is when you feel your going crazy? it’s like, as much as someone blogs about their problems or how wonderful life is, nothing changes, you can listen to advice but until you take it, its not worth the time, there’s a tornado warning outside, but does that really mean were going to have a tornado or is it just a theory and no one really knows?, if we did have a tornado, would that change me, or affect the life we all live right now?, it’s like driving on the highway, when your in one of those moods where even if something bad happened you’d still see the light at the end of the tunnel, even if it’s raining, you still insist on putting the window down because you need the fresh air to keep you alive, sometimes the only things that can keep you running are the thoughts you used to run from yourself. The storms getting bad now and all there is to think about is how things will be after all this bullshit, where the sun will shine from next time, why is it that loud noises scare people? have we been so quiet our whole life that when it’s time to speak up we have nothing to say? that can’t be all of us, there has to be someone, who no matter what will scream for everyones safety, well it’s poring rain, and the TV is playing so loud i can’t hear myself think, have you ever had that time when you were staring at someone and a million things can run through your head but the one thing that doesn’t is about that person, where you think your happy but really you just tell yourself that so people stop asking how you are? because your sicking of saying that your “ok”and that things are ” just fine.”  We all walk around with a chip on our shoulder, like life owes us something, like we are divine and can do no wrong. Who are we to judge anybody but ourselves, each and every single person has hypocrite in their veins, you can dish out, but you can’t take. It’s always like that. It's always "not everything is about you," when really it is. Everything is about you.

I have too many blogs and/or websites and it pisses me off. I just don't have the hear to delete any.
And it's raining outside. Like you wouldn't fucking believe. Tornado warnings and all sorts of shit too.


I never use this account really because I'm a myspace whore, but i've decided to use it again.
It's more intimate and real to me then the rest of those other sites.

My grave plot only has room for my secrets and lies
my corpse will have to rot it out, while the scrutiny soaks in
i'm drowning in my own words of war
it took me this long to notice

so i am going to spill them all.
the tales, and confessions.
even the things i swore i'd take to my tombstone
(which apparently will happen anyway)

a truth a day.
no idea where, maybe in my head,
sorta like a catch me if you can scenario