everyone i work with is on lithium and various other psychotropics. my crazy butch lesbian manager talks about this so much that i could write the prescriptions for all my coworkers.

no wonder there's so much drama. i'm about ready to quit whoring out my espresso-based drink making skills. i'm not getting paid enough, and the mad tips i usually make for being me have all but dried up due to NOBODY COMING TO THE CAFE ANYMORE, EVER.

i feel so fat and out of control, but im not. i think eating a salad and a bagel in a day is out of control. i think thinking that eating a salad and a bagel in a day is out of control is out of control. hahahaha. but i have barely been excersizing at all, and you know what, i don't care. gyms are depressing places full of pathetic people. and after extensive tripping, i realize i've wasted too much of my life in them already. being surrounded by 80-lb. blonde whores with bad fake tans and REALLY bad anchorwoman makeup is not very healthy for a tall, luscious redhead like me. as long as i'm outside doing fun stuff everyday, i don't care.

i went back to my old middle school the other day. holy. shit. i am so old. "WOW, JESSI, YOU'RE A YOUNG WOMAN NOW!", said all the teachers. yeah right. it seems i blinked in middle school and now i'm twenty. next time i blink, i'll be thirty.. and then.. ugh. it pains me to think of it.