A Collection of Our Lives The musings of a twenty-something-year-old cat lady as she tries to navigate her way through adulthood.
I smoked a bowl and drank two glasses of wine and I am fucked up enough to be happy with how I look. So pretty fucked up. But still. Big day for all of us.

I smoked a bowl and drank two glasses of wine and I am fucked up enough to be happy with how I look. So pretty fucked up. But still. Big day for all of us.

So last night we had a chat about relationship stuff and how mental illness shit is affecting it. And then I drank three glasses of wine. All I have to say this morning is fuck Prozac.
Also I try to not post too much about numbers on this blog, but I’ve officially lost 30 pounds since the end of May. WOOOOOOOO fuck.

So last night we had a chat about relationship stuff and how mental illness shit is affecting it. And then I drank three glasses of wine. All I have to say this morning is fuck Prozac.

Also I try to not post too much about numbers on this blog, but I’ve officially lost 30 pounds since the end of May. WOOOOOOOO fuck.

8/30 06:56 - 1 note
Look at how happy I look! Costa-Rican-drunk-off-my-ass-at-the-beach-and-trying-to-get-with-a-girl-style. #quedicha

Look at how happy I look! Costa-Rican-drunk-off-my-ass-at-the-beach-and-trying-to-get-with-a-girl-style. #quedicha

Day 17.
Wow I am bad at this. Oh well. A for effort. I am disgusting but fuck you because I have been feeling so damn good lately. Like, I actually feel pretty right now, despite being in my running clothes with matted down sweat. SO TAKE THAT, EATING DISORDER. Also, my roommate is MIA. This pleases me.

Day 17.

Wow I am bad at this. Oh well. A for effort. I am disgusting but fuck you because I have been feeling so damn good lately. Like, I actually feel pretty right now, despite being in my running clothes with matted down sweat. SO TAKE THAT, EATING DISORDER. Also, my roommate is MIA. This pleases me.

12/7 20:08 - 1 note
Day 7.
Okay. This just feels dumb now. On a possibly positive note, I’m getting discharged from my IOP group today. On a less positive note, I know I’m not going to be sticking with the meal plan at all, as I haven’t done so in the past week. Whoop-de-doo on my part I officially can’t do anything.

Day 7.

Okay. This just feels dumb now. On a possibly positive note, I’m getting discharged from my IOP group today. On a less positive note, I know I’m not going to be sticking with the meal plan at all, as I haven’t done so in the past week. Whoop-de-doo on my part I officially can’t do anything.