F. M. L.

[eirenical]

*throws a screaming hissy fit*

*pants*

rant

I gotta say, I am really sick and tired of losing the same fucking 1.6 pounds... over and over and over again. Really G-d damned tired of it. And I'm sorry, 1.2 lbs. is not up "a little." It's fucking 1.2 lbs. You telling me it's "a little" ain't gonna make it so. *kicks stuff* And on top of that, our leader wasn't there -- it was the amateur psychiatrist instead. "Oh, I want you to tell me everything you're feeling and cry on my shoulder. I want everyone in tears and hugging by the end of the session!" Yeah, well, f*** you, too, you little twat. I really can't take your shit today. So, I did the mature thing and walked out of the meeting.

/rant

OK... now I feel "a little" better.

*sigh*

And this afternoon I get to spend time with my sister's lovely in-laws. Maybe I should just bring a book and hide in the corner. What? I used to get away with it when I was ten...

*eyes ranting and calendar* Oh... fuck, again.

Can it just be tomorrow?

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I will give you hugs and love tomorrow. HUGS AND LOOOOOOVEEEEEE!!! (And Bryce.)