Canned Tamales, Milk, Soup and Beer

So we have been having money issues and my bf blames me, so I decided that he would have full control of his money so that he will stop bitching at me when we are broke asses again. He was in charge of buying groceries this time. I made him a list of what we needed but knew that he would just say "Fuck it" once he got into the store. Grocery shopping is always a huge issue with us because he is FUCKIN CRAZY. He came back home with a $300 Grocery bill and do you want to know what he bought. Beer, 40 cans of Soup, Milk, 10 cans of Organic Apple Juice that cost $9 a pop. I never knew they made Canned Tamales but now thanks to my bf we have 10 cans. What the Fuck am I supposed to feed my son, what the Hell is his problem, why the Fuck would he think this was a good Idea. I don't know I am soooo Fuckin Pissed, I am sitting here typing eating Campbell's Soup that has a full months worth of Sodium in one Can. I almost Puked just trying to keep my food down. Blah

Rejected

So since I came to the realization that I haven't done shit with my life, expect for having the Coolest Little Shit ever, I decided that I was going to make an effort to be more productive. No, I haven't been watching too much Oprah I just realized that I have just been breathing and not Living. After I figured this out I sat my ass on the couch and watched some TV, yeah, I should have done something productive but really, I just didnt want to. I saw a commercial on TV about ADHD, I have all the symtons of this and have always thought I had it. I figured that this would be my change to get the help I needed. Well I got a call the very next day, and made an apt for the next day. I have always been curious about what exactly goes on in these research studies so I was pretty stoked. Anyway when i got there I had to fill out a bunch of weird questions about "How many times a Day do you want to kill yourself". What the Fuck? What did this have to do with ADHD, well my dumbass just filled out everything and turned it in. I kinda figured that I was in the wrong study but just went ahead and stayed. Anyway I got my ass Rejected but after spending an hour talking to their Therapist. Oh well, at least I know I am not that fucked up that I want to kill myself.

Its been so Long

Man, my sense of time is way off. I thought it had only been a day since my last blog. its been like over a fuckin week. Shit what the hell have I done since then? I am pretty damn tired of being Fat but not that tired enough to really do anything about it. I feel really sore from the gym, looking at my Back Fat and being able to pinch it made me want to just get a Knife and Cut out all my Fat Rolls.