I write, that’s what I do.  I’m sitting here in my room looking around feeling very lost and alone and I looked down at the floor and I saw my computer and thought “HEY! People love me!” and I started doing this.

You guys, I’m in a world of shit.  Personal shit and that sucks because I share everything but that with you.  Shit that’s my business I’ll tell you but shit that involves other people I keep to myself for litigation purposes.

That’s bullshit but it sounded smart.  I seriously just don’t like fighting with people and it’s not in my place to talk.

That being said, I’m tit deep in drama coming from every angle.  It’s like a spray anywhere sunblock only it sprays drama and it’s being very careful to cover every part of me.  The thing is, I don’t like it.  I didn’t cause it and I want no part of it.  Well, that part of it.  I caused a different part and I’m going to work that one out shortly and I hurt my finger but that’s irrelevant.

There are a bunch of you going “What the fucking fuck Julie?  You tell me everything and you’re being all dramatic about this?”

Yes.

That’s the entire point of drama.

It also doesn’t help that I was supposed to get my blood yesterday but the holiday weekend pushed it to Friday so I’m clear out of plasma and I’m weak, confused and exhausted.  Why am I up at 3AM?  Because of the drama.

I worry a lot and Xanax is often times useless on a psyche like mine.

Don’t Courtney and I look cool?  I look like a rock star.  I need to lose ten pounds.  Don’t tell me I don’t have to, you haven’t seen me naked.  I’d take a pic and post it but I’d be in a huge heaping pile of shit if I did that and I think my father’s eyes would melt and I don’t want my poor daddy violated like that so just believe me when I say my stomach needs to get flat.  I’ve been making it a point to swim at least twenty minutes a day.  Today was an especially horrid day so I wanted to blast out as much as I could but a kid puked so that got cut short.

Oh, listen to this shit.  Poor me.  On top of the drama I’m not telling you and my new drama I think I caused in my own mind I had the shittiest work day ever.  I seriously don’t belong on lunch shifts.  They’re not only busy but people get the cheap shit, drink water and are picky as hell.

I had a table that ordered a cheesesteak WITHOUT CHEESE, two sets of ten wings (two people) extra crispy and blah blah blah.

Yeah.  Halfway through the cheesesteak it became “Too spicy” so needed to be taken off the bill and BOTH sets of wings weren’t as crispy as needed even though I asked for super super extra crispy so I had to ring them in again.  They said it wasn’t me so that was cool bit I ended up having to split the check 4 ways and got a total of $4.20 tip.

Yeah.  They also didn’t like the table two seats down and made it a point to let them know and that for some reason made me look like a douche so I got a $10 tab on a check over $100.  My super beautiful and rockin cool manager gave me a pity lunch.

Fuck my ass.  I think I’m going to get a burger.  I’m never going to get in shape if I keep up like this but I’m walking around all day, swimming in my off time, sleeping and eating like small amounts of shit 1-3 tiems a day.  I’m so stressed I could give a shit.

Don’t tell me you’re sorry.  Tell me I’m pretty. Two days til I get my blood.

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