Tuesday, May. 18, 2004 | 12:00 PM Queen of the Fuck Ups
Friday night Matt and I went to Johnnie D�s for the Vallhalla Kittens/ Corin from the Pills/Paula Kelley Orchestra show. It ruled. And afterwards we went over to Paula�s house. The whole time I was there, all I could think of was, I�m drinking scotch with Paula Kelley. HOLY SHIT. She and her husband invited Matt and I over for dinner, too. How sweet is that? ***Last night Matt and I had a very very VERY good talk, and I think I had blown things out of proportion. I tend to spend too much beating myself up. Yesterday my eating was out of fucking control. I had for breakfast: 3 eggs potatoes bacon sausage for lunch: a monte cristo sandwhich french fries Then I had the hugest sugar craving ever so I had sour patch kids and a hershey bar AND a regular coke. I NEVER drink regular coke. Then I drank way too much sangria and white wine and then I had french fries. Then I threw up. Needless to say, today I feel like ass. I have a doctor�s appointment this afternoon, where I will say� Hi. I have an eating disorder and I want to get better. I can�t top swinging from starving myself to bingeing and (sometimes) purging and I�m still fucking fat because of this goddamned PCOS and I don�t know what the hell normal eating is. But the thing is, I want to get better but I don�t want to go to some fucking twelve step bullshit. Le sigh. Everything is so good in my life right now. Why can�t I just enjoy it and not be so fucking fucked up. Poor Matt. I do my best to hide the worst of it from him. He�s already worried enough about me.
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