Sweet Tooth and Sweeter Bullets

...I don't know how much of this stuff I ate, but nobody better expect to see me in class for a few days.

Matt, call my work, tell them I've got AIDS and I'll be back when I take care of it. (That's a joke. I don't have AIDS, you fuckers.)

I'm sure I gained five pounds of solid chocolate.

Studying for stupid law is a giant bore, but I've got a furball on my couch with me. I'd like to gladly punt the other one, though--seriously, dogs are too fucking noisy.

I damn near went through most of my inventory... gonna need more of this stuff.

Once exams are over, I'm ODing on nyquil and sleeping until next term.

I fucking hate this feeling...

...is the flu contagious? I keep forgetting.

I swear, if that fucker comes into my work one more time, I'm blowing his damn brains out.

I'm not a woman, I don't have girly parts, and I won't screw him. Friday, I'm packin--...that's not even filter friendly. Fuck.


I've got a turkey... anyone know how to cook it?


( Filtered to Near )

FINALLY! Holy SHIT that took a long ass time.

Could do without this damn sneezing, though... gettin' chocolate all over the place.

Matt, buy some more kleenex.

Oh, Matt, also. Um. I have this duck hunt game thing. With these bright retarded pistols. I don't want them.

I am going to die.

Fuck.

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( Filtered to Matt )
( Filtered to Near )

Aw fuck.

This is the second, and hopefully the last time I'm ever regretting eating chocolate. Five cases of that shit and I was stuck in the bathroom all fucking afternoon. Turns out I didn't have to force it after all, I just started pukin' the moment I got up this afternoon.

Heh, ain't that lovely. Just got back to my room a few minutes ago.

Kinda almost glad Matt isn't here. He'd probably get grossed out and go to that pirate wench's room again anyway. Whatever, I can take care of myself. Matt can't comment.

I'm probably skipping tomorrow... fuck, this had better pass by Friday, I have to get more non-poisoned chocolate.


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I fucking win.

I think that makes up for punching that asshole at the church.


On the plus side, I got overtime at work during the break. Matt's back so there's food now. I guess all that doctor shit was just to hassle us during the break, haven't heard any more about it since classes started again.

I'm not thinking about Law. That's why I'm fucking happy.

Shidoh's being fucking strange. He clawed up my arm yesterday for no damn reason... stupid fucking cat.

( Private to Matt//unhackable )

SHIT.

I used His name in vain.

Because of that fucking quack doctor trying to play mind games. Stupid freak. Well, fuck you, Stein! I'm not going to your fucking physical, I don't give a shit about your damned certificates!


God will save me.


Tomorrow, I'm going to Confessional.

Father James is going to kick me out one of these days or turn me into the other authorities, one or the other.

Shit fuck.


It has to be the hershey's. I've never had so much in such a short span without purer tastes diluting it...

God, I'm so fucking done with this shit.

Probably doesn't help that I'm suffering from malnutrition, knowing what's not in the fridge. This is why I hate not living in a dorm, you don't have pre-cooked foods. You lucky bitches, just dragging your asses across to the dining hall while I waste away just dragging myself to a class.

I fucking HATE grocery stores. I attempted to go get food, since I normally don't, but some kid started crying after I went into the candy isle and some bitch couldn't find fifty more bars of Dove, and then I couldn't figure out what else to buy once I got the chocolate so I bought a pack of cigs and waited in line, where a fucking old lady was holding it up by writing a CHECK, A FUCKING CHECK. And she had the bent-up fingers and was old and shrinking or something, and I really wanted to shoot her.

And the asshole at u-scan said I had too many chocolate bars to go into that lane.

Well, you know what, SaveMart, GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.


Fridge is definitely empty. And Emergency Chocolate has been gone for two weeks ago, milk spoiled last month probably, and...


We have saltines. I've been eating them with the chocolate syrup. It's definitely...


It fucking sucks, though. I'm down to, like, 102 lbs and my pants are falling, and I don't need my pants falling off if I'm not getting ready for some nice fucking. And, well, I'm not fucking anyone right now so it's really damn sad.


Wish I could sew my law textbook for this. I have absolutely no idea how I did on my exam but I think I died. Twice.


Instead, I'll just beat up one of my coworkers with the Chucky doll. She hates the thing. IF YOU HATE CHUCKY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WORK AT SPENCERS?