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Day two, still not eating.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm hungry, but I can't find the willpower to get up and get something to eat. So then I just don't get hungry anymore. I have an incredible headache right now, in fact I've probably eaten more tylenol in the past 48 hours than food. I haven't left my room more than 4 times in the past 48 hours.  I actually have class tomorrow, which means that I will have to go outside and face the real world. But then I'm done for the week again. Apparently Monday was some sort of holiday and we didn't have classes, while I only have classes on Monday and Wednesday each week, so I had a full week of nothing. And then one day of classes, and then another four days of nothing this week. So basically I'm doing nothing right now. Haven't done anything, haven't eaten, haven't felt the motivation to leave.

Oh also haven't showered in a bout a week. Since I haven't had anywhere to go or people to see I've just been loafing around. I really hate myself for this. On good days I like to wear cologne and feel fresh and clean, but that hasn't happened in about a month. I tend to go through phases of absolute grunge to fresh and clean. I haven't shave for a month now and I've got a gross mustache and neck beard. My hair is getting long too and that's not helping my appearance. I'm pretty sure that someday this week I'll have my cleaning up ceremony where I actually take a shower, clean my face, shave, wear clean clothes, and not look like a tramp.

Maybe this is all because I've been abnormally depressed lately. More so than I've ever been before. I just don't care about things anymore. I know I'm depressed, but I'm just riding it out.
 
 
   
 

tramp stamp

in my earlier rant type blog, i failed to mention my encounter with an 8 year old boy in the ER waiting room. him and his parents were sitting behind me. i just so happened to lean over to pick my purse up off the floor where it had fallen when i heard him exclaim that i had a tramp stamp. me, and his mom both turned to look at him as his fathers face turned several shades of red and he looked like he wanted to disappear into his chair.

she asked him what he had just said and he kindly repeated that i had a tramp stamp. she asked him where the hell he learned something like that and he informed her that his dad told his older brother that;  that was what to look for on a woman. oi ! he was referring to the dolphins i have tattooed on the small of my back. great. now i will forever think of my favorite tattoo as a tramp stamp, courtesy of an 8 year old.

 
 
 

 

 
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