......so...nigga done stole my gardening tools.....
apparently while i was out of town, my neighbors house was broken into, and they also from my garage stole two lawn mowers, a chain saw, two hedge trimmers, probably several other tools, and my bicycle.....

do you know the worst thing? i cant even summon the energy to care.....

my level of apathy is almost to the point that i have concidered not even turning in a police report...if not for the fact that i might get money from the insurance company if i do in fact say something

you might have guessed..im starving my self again...we were in atlanta...angel was there getting dental work done, closest place that her insurance would cover. i went to the mall to get her some super soft oatmeal cookies to snack on...the only ones they had had walnuts in them...so instead i ended up binging shamefully on cookies and brownies and anything else in the food court that cought my eye...and so, im starving my self to make up for it...if i ever figure out who it was who made me feel guilty about my weight ill strangle him...though i think it was probably the typical social nonsense and beauty magazine thing which is, generally, the main cause for most...

worse, i feel an urge to make another gooeycake, which is all i need *rolls eyes* (gooey butter cake, think cheesecake brownies made out of cakemix...)

and there it is, your proof that my priorities are fucked...im more upset over food, or lack there of, then i am over the fact that ive been robbed...i think im gonna go lay down or something, bye...