Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Blog - blog.

So yeah, not exactly frequent updates, but meh.  Pissed off a little that I got down to 89.05 last Saturday, and now I'm back up at 92.  Then again, Friday night I pretty much evacuated everything from multiple orifices in a drunken stupor, so maybe that has something to do with the sudden loss lol.
I'm reading a SG:A fanfic where John has to write a journal, and it reminded me its been a while since I update this, so here it is.
So my friend Cameron died the other week.  It's my first death (cousin and grandma died when I was a kid, but I don't really remember them).  Took it pretty badly, went to the funeral, hated myself because I was 'over it in a week', then got drunk last Friday and ended up in a public bathroom crying my eyes out.  The person I would consider my best friend is being less that friend-like in regards to this.  It's funny, her and her bf have all the time for our other friend - slut bitch of a woman - and she tells me all her problems, yet this major thing happens to me and it's like nothing.  Oh, and she owes me $500 and they went and bought a $700 puppy.  WTH?  She know I need new tyres for my car.
So at the work Christmas party thing I got a bit drunk (goddamn team leader kept buying me drinks, 'twas a good night though) and the team leader... let's call him BCM and I D&Med a whole lot, and he reckoned I should see a shrink, and he's got the number of a good one that he sees.  I laughed it off, and hadn't really thought again about it, but now I'm wondering.  Do I have all these issues with food, my sexuality, social phobias etc, or is it all First World Problems?
I don't know.  /headdesk.
Still haven't returned to Fitday.

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