Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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22 de janeiro de 2008

Well, mal comecei e fui demitida, dia 16 desse mes.... minha chefe despirocou de vez e mandou embora dois funcionarios, um deles, eu.
Agora to cheia de dividas e contas para pagar e não sei como :O
Voltei pra curves, estou estudando php agora no curso de sabado, e estou gostando bastante.
Estou também tomando o dobro de antidepressivos. :(
Um dos meus inibidores de apetites foi retirado e outro aumentado.
Andei muito mals uns dias aí (antes da demissão)

Acho que é só.