Grocery shopping today! This was an event. I am supposed to be buying like, food. You know. No more anorexic grocery shopping. The supermarket is such a bizarre place to begin with. Throw in some anxiety and obsession and you�ve got a fucking circus in the frozen food isle.
I spent $50 on food, only about half of which has any caloric value. Interesting eh? I purchased loads of tea, diet soda, broth, flavored water and *gulp* the forbidden diet pills. Don�t tell on me. Heh. I bought my mom tortilla chips salsa and hummus to replace what I binged on the other night. My nickname around the house is �Feast or Famine� for Christ�s sake. I�m not sure whether to laugh or cry about that.
Anyway. When I was loading groceries into my car, I felt eyes on me. You know the feeling. Hot, intense eyes. I looked up and sure enough�there was a man in a black, diesel-guzzling, ozone-murdering truck staring at me intently. I am not sure if he was �checking me out� or if he was wondering if this freaky little red haired, tattooed girl had stolen this nice vehicle and kidnapped the pretty little boy I was toting. I get mistaken for an obtuse teenager often. That is until I open my mouth�
I refuse to dress like a Soccer Mom. I refuse to get fat and drive a suburban. I refuse to have my hair permed. I refuse to take my child to McDonald�s. I REFUSE! I love that word, God. So freeing. I have power, I have control, I say NO! Yeah that feels good. NO NO NO! Mmhmm�that�s first-rate stuff. I refuse to write things in my diary that are coherent. Continuity, nay.
