A little ridiculous to think, actually. I'm quite fat right now. I'm under 140, my doom-line...but I'm close.
My boyfriend is going away for a week or so, I'm going to try to lose a few pounds.
Things are a little hellish right now.
I'm impoverished. My parents are bringing the violent retarded alcoholic over for Christmas and I'm leaving the house.
Apparently, it "has no place to go."
But I won't get into a rant about that, because I'll go into freakout mode and cry over how much my parents don't fucking care whether or not I feel safe in my own home.
I have to leave. At least I have someplace warm to go, and I don't have to spend all night looking for a place I can walk around in for nine hours on Christmas day.
and I'll have a cat to play with.
Despite the fact that my poor defenseless dogs are going to be locked in the house with a repulsive sack of shit for like NINE HOURS.
And of course my parents will refuse to bathe them.
And I won't be able to eat anything from my fridge for a long time again, because it will be dirty.
I think I figured out why I'm so fucking pathetic.
It's learned helplessness. No matter what I do, bullshit keeps piling up. There's no money, there hasn't always been someplace to go, and there isn't always a place to go, either.
My parents do not protect me.
Gah. Off to home to pack up a few things and hide others before the filthy creature gets there.