the fat end of the stick

so i almost had this job, that would have really forced me to lose weight again. but then my boyfriend essentially told me that i'd be a whore if i really did it. shitty. it's awake. i'm still up because it was just easier to post thinspo and cry than really do anything else. i think tomorrow, i might just fast, costume shop a bit, and read. and pack. i'm getting the fuck out of here for the weekend. away from the politics, etc. lame ass.

my eyes hurt. the rest of my body is fucking gross too. i'm all bloating according to that week off the birth control, and just fat anyway. i had to sober up at one point tonight, so i ended up eating bar fries. the only the thing on the menu with enough material in it to soak up the booze. grrrr. this sucks. i am way sore too. if i don't summon the will to go to the gym tomorrow, i'm not eating and i'm going for a long walk. but still. damn am i ever fat.