Maybe I'm not such a horrible person. Parts of me are ugly, some are giving. Chaos in the brain.
I worry about not living life to the fullest. I look back on the previous 6 months: I bought a house, I got published, I started a new and very demanding job and I got engaged. Perhaps I should stop beating myself up so much.
I started my wedding database. Why the fuck is hair jewelry so fucking expensive?
I really love that TV show "The United States of Tara". Maybe I have multiple personality disorder. Nyah, more like schizophrenia.
I went to the gym today for the 1st time in 5 years. I've been working out at home for a long while now. I fucking deplore the gym. "The hamsters on the mill go round and round. Round and round. Round and round." The road to nowhere. Dieting is damn full time job.
Time for some raisin toast. I hate raisins but love raisin toast.
That's the charm of me.