tony (looks like steve-o with a shaved head, told me he loves me, smiles like a serial killer)

joseph (only 17, but adores me and makes me feel beautiful)

carlos (mexican, very sweet, lots of money, doesn't speak much english)

my name is yellow.

is your life going to hell?

aww, i'm sorry.

oh hell, i actually feel bad.

i don't try to make friends- i try to make those wanting to be my friends hate me. it just doesn't always work, thus leaving me with some gathering of "friends" who i treat like shit and who tend to worship the ground i walk on.

(if you don't hate me yet, i've failed.)

let me clarify: i'm not having a "relationship" with phil, other than that he and i are friends- we're simply having a baby.

yes- a real, live, kicking and screaming baby.

phil and i are having a baby.

i've been deluding myself for around/about two and a half years now- making myself fall madly in love with something i know is an impossibility, which i knew all along was an impossibility ( Read more... )

my friends keep asking me if forrest is talking to me yet (among other things).

the answers are "no", "no, i don't need you to call and talk to him for me", and "no, i don't want to talk to that stupid nigger anyway."

still sick, still throwing up stomach acid 1-2 times a day. but losing weight. someone out there promise to love me when i'm 5'11" and 109 lbs? just to make sure this is worthwhile ( Read more... )

last two digits of weight: 8.0
lost: 61 lbs

other: my supervisor is trying very hard to convince me to go see "the thunder from down under" with her this friday...