Just spent almost five dollars on NAKED juice. It’s so good. I’ve been researching it and I guess its not the most healthy thing in the world (much sugar, like soda, which coincidentally is what I’m trying to subsitute), but damnit it’s a start at something new.
Brent and I are going to the Co-op to do a big shop on Saturday. I’ve made a list of things to get, I’m geeking out super hard. Diva Cup, hopefully. I’m working all night tmrw, so I should have a good amount of cash to splurge on healthy products. Soy milk, juice, pita bread and hummus. Yes yes.
My eyes are slipping. I should start writing my column, its due tmrw. It’s going to be…something else. I don’t even know until I write it. It’s about mechanical sex, and how pissed off I am at someone. You’ll see. As you may know, I don’t mind taking out some aggression on individuals in the school newspaper. It’s healthier than drinking or stalking them. Or screaming at them over the phone. One in three I’ve tried. It felt good in my veins, but I deem it unnaceptable, especially when in huge quanities.
So, yeah. I fucked up. Luckily, I caught myself and corrected everything. That’s all I will say on the matter…tonight.
