What does this mean?
Thursday, February 10, 2005
it was kinda cool actually. i saw a lot of police cars.
then it was time for dinner. the waiters we had were so blur. one had this lazy eye thing going on and so i didnt look at his face coz i didnt know which eye to look at when im ordering.
i kept looking at the menu. the other waiters were crap as well. so freaking slow.
my granddad was giving them a hard time. pity them wakaka. I NEVER WANNA BE A WAITER. if i had an annnoying customer. i would spit on their food.
i ordered a black pepper steak. it came with a bun and garlic bread and potatoes and corn and broccoli. DAMN THERE AS A LOT OF FOOD. my stomach actually hurt after i finished everything because ive trained my stomach to contain very little foood. so that i wont have the urge to eat all the time. and i feel guilty for eating this much.
i could have either ran back home from the restaurant to burn off everything or stick my finger down my throat and vomit out everything and be bullimic. of course i didnt do either one. but the thought DID cross my mind. it would be so easy.. you eat as much as you want and then you just vomit it out. yes its gross. but its gotta work. paulo says it works.
but i vow never to eat as much again. maybe once a year. i have to keep doing this because i dont exercise much and i just laze around. so if i eat a lot it REALLY affects me.
tomorrow ill be going for breakfast at pj. at 9 in the mornin. im just going to have one slice of roti prata and that will be my lunch also. good luck.
i just realised i like chatting with nisha. she talks the same things i like to talk about. good good.
and ashley..i cant go out with ya tomorrow, ive got this breakfast thing aight? holla back when you read this. :)
its raining now. i like rainy nights.
- 11:15 PM