fuck you!

fuck you america!!!!!! i fucking hate my country. no other place is completly surrounded by food. our culture is based only on food. like, baseball is america's past time (i personally hate it), and what do they sell at baseball games..? WELL, BALLPARK FRANKS OF COURSE!  what about our rich theater. ok, Twilight wasnt that big a deal. what do they sell at the theaters...POPCORN, CANDY, NACHOS! fucccccccccccck! i am gaining weight, stupid drugs. then my brother thinks i am a liar and a drug addict, and so do you girls. i have totally turned this blog into something that nobody gives a damn about. i really am alone.  its august 2. i wanted to be 130 by july 25. i have a lot of work to do. my brothers girlfriend brought Mcdonalds. my chicken sandwich(s) have EXTRA PICKLES. great. i fucking hate food. all food. it all tastes the same. it all ends up in the same place. none of it is different. its all covered in melted butter, and deep fried, and if im lucky smothered in chocolate or lard. its all the same. i have a horrible break out on my cheek so i need to go take a shower and clean my face after this post is done, and Jeff is picking me up at one so if this post seems a little hasty, be patient. i have decided that i will be skipping lunch again this year. i meaan, during the last month of school, if i ate, i excused myself to the bathroom, and if i was alone i would purge. yeah. not my brightest idea, but it got me down to 143. and ive been permanetly stuck there. so if i eat, i will purge it all. no exceptions. i recently haave drank beers. too many calories. no drinking. smoking, i havnt eaten afterwards, usually, so there is no need to quit. well if you excuse me, i have to go shower and find a way to dispose of two pesky plain mcchicken sandwiches....with extra pickles.