I guess things should be looking up. I'm working toward posting more on here since I don't have any stories for my other blog now, considering I'm a wage slave now instead of a waitress. I'm into a new, beautiful little apartment, which I will have pictures of (soon!) and working a steady job where I don't have to rely on peoples' whims to make a living.
The Boy is gone. He trashed my living room one afternoon while I was at work, so I raced home, taking almost 2 hours off of work, which I wasn't getting paid for since I don't have PTO time yet, only to find he locked me out of my own house. I crawled in through a window and finally called the police to get his ass out. He hasn't been back yet, and I've been double locking my apartment because I'm so paranoid he'll come back. Gods know he doesn't need to, as he has all of his important shit, but that's how I think. He still has a bunch of crap in my hallway, and my landlord commented about it still being there, so I'm giving him one more day and then I'm taking what I might want and the rest goes to Goodwill. I've spent enough time living on his terms and being cowed by his issues; Monday morning this shit is gone. I want as few reminders of him as I can possibly get.
Of course my ED-NOS is madly out of control. I got high last night and ate more than I think I ever have at a single point in my life, and I'm still eating now. Seriously, what the fuck is WRONG with me? I need to talk to somebody about this. I need to stop eating and it's like I fucking can't. I don't know what the hell is going on.
Why can't I go back to the way I was in college? That was GOOD: coffee for breakfast, iced tea for lunch, soda and a water for dinner. I need to go back to that. It's not as though I can't afford it, really. I think next paycheck I'll splurge on one of those Keurig coffee things or the equivalent...that way I can do coffee for breakfast again. We'll see.
The Boy is gone. He trashed my living room one afternoon while I was at work, so I raced home, taking almost 2 hours off of work, which I wasn't getting paid for since I don't have PTO time yet, only to find he locked me out of my own house. I crawled in through a window and finally called the police to get his ass out. He hasn't been back yet, and I've been double locking my apartment because I'm so paranoid he'll come back. Gods know he doesn't need to, as he has all of his important shit, but that's how I think. He still has a bunch of crap in my hallway, and my landlord commented about it still being there, so I'm giving him one more day and then I'm taking what I might want and the rest goes to Goodwill. I've spent enough time living on his terms and being cowed by his issues; Monday morning this shit is gone. I want as few reminders of him as I can possibly get.
Of course my ED-NOS is madly out of control. I got high last night and ate more than I think I ever have at a single point in my life, and I'm still eating now. Seriously, what the fuck is WRONG with me? I need to talk to somebody about this. I need to stop eating and it's like I fucking can't. I don't know what the hell is going on.
Why can't I go back to the way I was in college? That was GOOD: coffee for breakfast, iced tea for lunch, soda and a water for dinner. I need to go back to that. It's not as though I can't afford it, really. I think next paycheck I'll splurge on one of those Keurig coffee things or the equivalent...that way I can do coffee for breakfast again. We'll see.
