They are just LOVELY!

Combined with my BPD, I am having a FABULOUS time.

I remember a post someone made about the inside of maxi pads having warnings on them like "put down the hammer" and "violence is not the answer", lol. I am seriously considering hanging signs around the apartment.

Ready to throw cat out the window, since for some reason he insists on plaintatively meowing all day and night. I think he does it just to annoy me, because when i go to pick him up he dashes away.

Thinking about creating a pillow fort in my room and never leaving it again. I'll arm myself with all the hairballs my female cat has been puking up, and will chuck them at anyone who tries to undermine my new society.

Discovered I am getting saggy boobs already, and no bra will fit me. Things just jiggle around at random. I'm sure the brusing on my face from the last time I jumped off the couch will fade in the next week or so. Almost knocked the kitten out when I rolled over in bed.

I think my hips are coming apart at the seams, they feel like jelly. Oh well, that can go along with the rest of my chubbyness that feels like jelly too. Maybe I'll just turn into a jelly blob, green flavored jelo would be nice.

Debated on moving on to the moon, except I don't think they have internet there, and I would miss PC. Right now, thats about all I would miss though. The rest of everything can take a long hike of a short bridge, and get eaten by sharks when they make it to the water.

Hey - maybe I'll move to africa and become one of those indiginous tribal folk - then I wont have to worry about my saggy boobs not fitting into a bra. I can just let them feel the breeze

Star trek made me cry today. Dust made me cry today. The cat made me cry today. And then there was the times i burst into tears for no reason - I think i might be hysterical since I was also laughing at myself at the same time I was crying. Neighbors now definetly know Im completely mad. oh well, good, they will stay the hell away from me and then I dont have to chance saying something I will regret in a fit of sarcasm.

Throwing things is beginning to look appealing - I need to go to one of those weddings where they break dishes. Or maybe work for a demolition company temporarily.

Also thought about laying on the floor and throwing a three year old tantrum, but I cant lay on my stomach due to saggy boobs and chubby belly getting in the way - I just flop around like a beached whale.

Oh the irony of everything.