2003-08-09 - 8:50 a.m.

dear diary,

depression is crippling sometimes.

i'm dressed for the first time in five days.

i don't want to go back to work next wednesday.

if i could sucker punch myself in the stomach, i would.

whenever i vacuum, it smells like dog shit.

i never realized how tire-core my spare tire really is.

i may be the first person ever to regret having a breast reduction.

my breasts look amazingly perfect, just not on me.

this relationship is getting tired.

i have to start changing things in my life that i've been putting off for a long time.

you know, that whole confidence thing and whatnot.

waxing - waning