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Saturday, April 24, 2004
God's a whu??
Sis: God's a turtle and a t-shirt Me: God's a t-shirt? Cotton or poly blend? Sis: My teacher is from Cuba, I think I've mastered the accent. He told us God's a turtle and a t-shirt, actually he was saying "God is eternal and a teacher" Me: I like turtle and t-shirt better.
I fear I've become self abusive...within the past 15 minutes (maybe 20) I've bashed my knee quite painfully against the corner of my desk, kicked a co-workers desk in such a manner that I could have busted a toe if I wasn't wearing shoes and then kicked the chair of an abandoned desk in the office in much the same manner... It's all subliminal self abuse...these things occur during the mundane task of walking to the printer or copier etc. So it's not like I'm seeking out these places to abuse myself... but still... it's terribly painful.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.
I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so angry. Paul is grounded. AGAIN! And I'm not allowed to see him. EVER. It's just NOT FAIR. I hate my mom and I wish she was dead. This wouldn't happen if I was allowed to live with dad.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! But I don't know how to work it. Can you help me?
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
Surprisingly, here in Chicago the weather has taken a turn for the best...3 consecutive days in the 80's. I wanted to be sure to get out and enjoy the weather since I'm usually trapped indoors with either no windows or windows that look out on bricks. So yesterday was spent at The Morton Arboretum I had never been there before yesterday and what a fabulous place it is! Founded by Joy Morton, the guy (yes guy...) who founded the Morton Salt company. He bought the land out in Lisle, IL as a home in the country. Weird to think that at one point that suburb was considered country. But back in the 1920's that was all farmland. Morton's dad is the founder of Arbor Day. Morton loved trees and turned that farmland into a bit of a foresty looking kinda place now. It was so beautiful though. The trees and the fields filled with daffodils. I'm seriously considering becoming a member of the Arboretum just so I can go and hang out in a giant back yard. Seriously, consider an afternoon spent at the Morton Arboretum walking the nature trails, with a picnic lunch... See, the suburbs do have wonderful things...other than IKEA That's what I said at 1:25 PM
