i could pretty much kill someone for a piece of cake right now.
@1 month ago with 1 note#cake #food #boring #self
20 year old english literature student. trying and, at times, failing to maintain the balance between "a bit different" and "a bit weird". i don't eat animals, i talk to my dogs like they're humans and i dream of analysing poetry for a living.
my boss just rang and gave me tomorrow night off work. now what am i going to do with my friday night? probably cuddle up to my dog and weep about my lack of social life. on the flip side (or not) i have a bruise on my hip bone right where i wear my jeans so everytime i move it hurts like hell. and i cut my finger open. and i have a purple bruise on the opposite thigh. i hate myself.
@4 months agoi have not had one since i’ve been at uni!
@3 months ago with 2 notesfree food, warmth, free rent and dogs.
what more could i need
besides being rich and attractive and taking out a franchise on starbucks.
@4 months agojust worked out that at work i burn 86 calories per hour doing bartending. that’s 504 calories in tonight’s 6-hour shift. that’s equivalent to 5 bananas, or two vegan cupcakes WITH icing. nomnomnom. money+extra food makes me happy.
@4 months agoi’m tired of life at the moment. the only thing keeping me going, ironically, is my work. at least that’s reliable. i just wish my emotions wouldn’t keep making everything so complicated especially with things i know i can never have. ok, i have to stop feeling sorry for myself now, off to go and watch “my transsexual summer” and “the food hospital” to see if they have a cure for heartache.
@6 months agofree food, warmth, free rent and dogs.
what more could i need
besides being rich and attractive and taking out a franchise on starbucks.
my boss just rang and gave me tomorrow night off work. now what am i going to do with my friday night? probably cuddle up to my dog and weep about my lack of social life. on the flip side (or not) i have a bruise on my hip bone right where i wear my jeans so everytime i move it hurts like hell. and i cut my finger open. and i have a purple bruise on the opposite thigh. i hate myself.
just worked out that at work i burn 86 calories per hour doing bartending. that’s 504 calories in tonight’s 6-hour shift. that’s equivalent to 5 bananas, or two vegan cupcakes WITH icing. nomnomnom. money+extra food makes me happy.
having a massive case of femotion. just had a huge dinner and i’m still hungry, i want to cry, i’m convinced everyone is plotting against me.. #crazy #fat
i’m tired of life at the moment. the only thing keeping me going, ironically, is my work. at least that’s reliable. i just wish my emotions wouldn’t keep making everything so complicated especially with things i know i can never have. ok, i have to stop feeling sorry for myself now, off to go and watch “my transsexual summer” and “the food hospital” to see if they have a cure for heartache.
