31 December 2009


I really cannot wait to get back to school so I can restrict again. I'm tired of having to eat the way she wants me to. I'm getting fat as shit.
I'm also incredibly cranky. All of my friends were drinking last night, and I know for a fact that a few of them drove. W was one of them. He also happpened to be driving around with this one girl who I don't care for, and she automatically becomes a slut when she's drunk. So, I was worried that a) W was eother going to get in some horrible wreck, or getting a DUI or b)hooking up with Drunken Slut. In my heart I knew he wouldn't do anything with her, because I really think that he's better than that. Or at least, I'd like to think that. I couldn't sleep. He called me at about to wish me a happy New Year. I told him it was the New Year yet. I went to bed after that. Halfway Relieved.


  1. Drunken Slut People. Who needs 'em? It's sad that perfectly chill people can become so dramatically less chill within the matter of a couple of glasses of wine, or beers, or shots of la Fee Verte, or... (yes, you get it)...

    I'm glad he called you. He really seems to care for you, Margie!

    (I HAVE read your blog since forever, so I'm not just some total stalkative stranger... ahem. I just have a new blog because my old one was "overhauled", along with my lifestyle)

    Hope your New Year is a better one than your Old.

    Au revoir, a bientot, bon voyage!

  2. That is why I don't drink :p

    Plus I'm underage.

  3. Thank you, Margie, for your prayers.

  4. I hate drunken slut people, although I must admit I am one myself :(
    I'm sure everything was ok :)