11.26.01 :: 9:49 am
My expanded belly is being given a rest, I promise.
This morning's dream: using pogosticks to smash grapes.
Also. I'm not sure if this is my eternal punnishment for being a drunk/slut/bad seed, but I'm giving his ex one last get-out-of-jail-free card before I lose my shit and rearrange her face.
The last time I smacked someone, I was in the fourth grade. Gym class. V.V. made her 573rd crack about my non-english-speaking, cab-driving father, and (no lie) my hand got possessed. I hit her so hard she slammed her head on a locker on her way down to the ground, and I bruised my knuckles.
Forgive me, but it felt very good.
And I may have been forced to see a therapist for a month and half, but it was totally fucking worth it.
I'm only saying this because check it out, I'm waaaaaay bigger than I was at ten.
Over to less athletic news, I worked myself to the bone Saturday and Sunday nights, and still have not paid off my spending spree at Ikea.
You win some, you lose some.