Rendezvous
02 May 07 : 12.46 AM
I've been hungry the past few days. I want to eat these things. And I do. But nothing satisfies my cravings so I just stop altogether. I eat something, in the morning or something, because I forget about it. Then by late noon I'm so hungry that I don't eat. When my stomach gets uncomfortable with acid, I sleep it off. It works. Nothing works better than sleep.
I'm not turning anorexic, I have to disclaim. I've just been so tired of eating and of heels and of eyeliners and TYPINGFUCK that I just want to sleep everything away. I talk to Justin, who tells me not to "go all gay and CLEO magazine on him", and I yawn.
"Can we meet near Kim's?" he asks.
"Can we like, meet on the phone."
"Fuck you, Vicki."
"Yeahh. Let's just do that."
I'm so fucking abusive (to self or outwardly) it's starting to be funny.