first things first...im at moms again..because greg smashed a glass table and cut the fuck out of him self...dont worry...hes not seriously injured, just bled all over the house...more on this later...

i have a new cellphone and service..verizon...okay, seriously, wtf is their excuse for this? "sure, you can use an mp3 as a ringtone! you just have to..have bought it from us *sadistic bastard cackleing* this is shit...but the phone is otherwise awesome...i need to show it off some time...


third, and then its bed time...

mom has basically given me an ultimatem, either start eating more or shes going to start making me...im unsure how to feel about this...i dont want to eat more, i dont want to gain back weight, and also theres the obvious fact im actually TRYING to be self distructive and kill my self, alternatively it kinda brings up the munchousen syndrome thing ive been concidering for a while..ie "am i doing this because i honestly want to die? or am i doing it because i want attention?"...i think its the former, but atleast i admit the fact that i might just be emowhoreing...sigh...either way...i do mean this...i fucking hate my life...