The Path of Life

I've been thrown off my path! I had a planned path all mapped out down to the last detail...and someone threw me off it. The path that I'm on at the moment is not clear. I'm not even sure that it's a single path. I think its a highway with heavy traffic filled with pretty cars. The way is foggy and I can't see. I don't like not being in control. I don't like not knowing what is beyond a foggy highway. But I think there's a patch of sun down the way. Lets see what the sun is shinning on, eh. (Baha, so Canadian...,eh?).

Mind Over Heart

Young and unexperienced,

full of life.

Young and unexperienced,

full of passion.

Young and going through experiences,

your heart begins to ache.

Older and experienced,

full of caution,

yet hope still remains.

Older and experiencing

your heart gets another beating.

It takes a lot of strength to still feel pain,

to feel vulnerable because you still hope.

Older and experienced,

you lose touch with your heart.

You learn to be in touch with your head.

Your head rules,

even though your heart still beats passion and hope.

Your mind rules because if it doesn't there would be no more heart to protect,

instead an empty place exists,

empty but with no space for love.

Mind over heart,

its called survival.

Why Men Date Bitches

I think there's a book titled 'Why Men Date Bitches'. Hmmmm, why do they? And I think there's a book titled 'Why Men Marry Bitches' too! Hmmm, interesting!

Ever ask yourself, 'How the hell am I still single and that ugly/bitchy/nasty/fake/dumb biatch has a man?' Haha I sure do...ALL THE TIME! So many people around me are getting serious with their partners, getting married, and having babies. But what really pisses me off is how these hussies get the good men! How do they get men to like them, adore them, and eventually fall head over heels to die for in love with them?! HOW!? Either something is wrong with me or something is wrong with these men. Is there a reason as to why certain men go for the psycho-horse teeth she-monsters? God damn it, why are men so hard to figure out? So annoyed...

At this rate, I have no hope and I think I've almost settled with the reality that I might be alone forever or even worse settle for some douche before my youth fades and fertility decreases, while those bitches take all the men.

How is it that these bitches deserve to have men love them? Aren't I a good person? Aren't I beautiful? Aren't I smart? Aren't I interesting? Am I not enjoyable to be around?...Ha, maybe not...Don't I deserve to cuddle with someone I love and respect? Guess not...omg I'm sad...lol

You Fancy huh? Nails Done...

It has recently come to my attention that some of you do not know that I am a qualified Aesthetician. "How is this university-educated lady an Aesthetician?" some of you may ask. And lets be honest, when you ask this question, you ask with a condescending tone, as if being an aesthetician is something lowly. Well let me tell you something, sweety, you should have a lot of respect for that person who is giving you a manicure, because they are human. In fact, they are the best type of human. They're the type of human who not only puts up with your fungus ridden feet, but they also put up with your bullshit!

How did I get into aesthetics? Long story short; completed my first year of university right after high school, went to college for aesthetics because I was oh so confused with my life, worked in Toronto for a few months, got the opportunity of a lifetime and found a job working in spas on cruise ships and did that for a few years, came back to toronto, was interested in spa management (an idea which quickly faded because I lost my passion for that due to a stupid-racist driven manager and all the politics that went with spa management), then decided to go back to university, worked part-time during my studies and now, I am happily a university graduate and currently and franticly trying to find money to pay for my master's programme at the University of Manchester....so if you want to give me $25,000.00 please feel free...PLEASE!

Back to the point of this post! When you get your nails done, you think you fancy huh? For some, yes, you are very fancy. But others, oh boy, you're not fancy! In fact, you're silly and somethings trashy. Here are some examples:

-Okay, seriously, when your nails have just been painted, waving your hands back and forth WILL NOT speed up the drying process of your nails. SO STOP IT! You look dumb. And you make me want to grab your hands and tie them down to the sides of your chair.

-Does it really take you fifteen minutes to choose a polish colour? Is it really a matter of life and death? NO! So please, get over yourself.

-When I offer my own nails to show you what a colour looks like from the polish bottle, because you've already used all ten of your friggen fingers, I am trying to help you, and I don't need comments like, "Oh, I don't know if you noticed, but you and I have total different skin colours." Really, I though everyone is black! Well hang on, let me put my nail up against the white wall so you can get a better picture!

-Myself and every other aesthetician HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE it when you watch every single thing when we're working on your nails. And when you check every little thing after we worked on one nail! We know what we're doing, that's why you're paying $40.00 for your manicure/pedicure. So please stop insulting us be insinuating that we don't know what we're doing!

-Finally, stop acting like you're a superstar! Look me in the eye when I talk to you! Don't talk to us like we're you're slaves, because we're not! In fact, if you're a difficult person, we can easily arrange that you will never be booked with us again. Eventually, if you keep on acting the way you do, every aesthetician will block you that no one will do your nails.

These are some serious points here. I used to work at a place where everyone knew a particular person whom everyone hated that whenever that person called in for an appointment, we simply told them that we were fully booked and avoided their phone calls. So people, please mind yourselves. Mind your manners, because not only will you find yourself without a manicure/pedicure, you'll find that not only aestheticians will be bored of your character, but honey, you'll also be single with that princess attitude!

Sexy

We all know what sexy is? Women can be sexy. Men can be sexy. All in their own sexy way. That is the way one dresses, walks, talks, dancing, and all that etc blah blah blah.

BUT non-sexiness is not acceptable. So, what is NOT sexy?

Ladies:

-Un-pedicured feet and un-manicured nails...you look dirty and clean looks sexy.

-Have you seen George? No? That's probably because he is lost within your jungle! BRAZILIAN ladies!

-Is there a reason as to why you are wearing a bra that is waaaay too tight and half your cup size? Go for a bra fitting my dear!

-Pouting, ESPECIALLY IN PHOTOS! Why are you pouting?!?! You look dumb, not sexy!

Gentlemen:

-Yeah, don't worry, I didn't forget to notice your feet too! Fix your feet!

-Please refrain from adjusting your package in public. Yes, when we see you do this we realized that you might have a big one, but if you're gonna do this, you might as well pick you wedgy! lol Its gross!

-Dorags...not only do you look stupid, you look like a robber!

-Baggy pants and shirts...the "I'm drowning in my clothes" look is not attractive. In fact, you look like you couldn't find your size, which in turn makes you look stupid.

-Walking with a "pimp" limp...I advise you to see your doctor or buy a cane if you walk like this, because if done on purpose, its not sexy!

-Hitting on women on the transit...not only is it creepy, but you look like a desperate loser...the transit is for transportation use, not a speeding dating session for duration of your trip.

-Hitting on women while driving...you look stupid when you stop your car in the middle of the road to hit on a lady and have five cars behind you honk at you. And do you know what's even worse, hitting on a women while you're on the passenger side of a car! You scrub! lol But it all seriousness, women or shall I say real ladies, won't actually walk up to your car...we're not prostitutes! So treating us like one is not sexy.

I'm sure that there are a whole lot of things that are not considered sexy. These ones just really get to my though. I know I'm sexy! Are you?

Happy Birthday Toooo Meeeee!

Firstly, I would love to thank all of my friends and family for their kind birthday wishes! xoxoxox me lub you long time!

Some of you may not have known that my birthday was last week and I officially turned twenty-seven...that's three years from thirty...wtf... I don't like this...UNDO! UNDOOOOO! Where's the god damn undo getting older button?! Twenty-seven...do not like!

Despite my gross feelings about turning this age that shall no longer be named, I think I feel somewhat proud of all the things I have achieved during this lifetime. I've done a lot others would have only dreamed of! I've partied hard (and still do), left home at twenty-two and worked on a cruise ship, traveled the world, climbed Mt. Vesuvius, swam in the Pacific Ocean, participated on an archaeological dig in Jordan, danced in a carnival in St. Martin, walked bared foot in the Emirati deserts, ate my way through all the countries I've visited, dated men from Lebanon to Russia, etc. (bahaha I'm not gonna expose all the "interesting" details of my life experiences). I've done a lot.

One thing I'm proud of is finding myself. Finding Tyechia. You see, she used to be this fat, brace-teeth, shy-four eyed girl. But I knew that life was and still is out there. There world is so big and yet so small. Through all my life experiences I've learned a lot about myself and came into my own. I went to school, took a long break and then went back to school because I finally figured out what I wanted to do with my life. Most people get a degree in chemical engineering in their youth and later figure out that that was totally not them....maybe one wanted to be a porn star lol. Back to the point: I found myself! I'm strong, confident, I speak up for myself, when I want something I go after it and get it (persistence is key!), my glasses, braces are gone and I'm working on reclaiming my body back which was stolen from the University of Toronto (you try finding cheap healthy food on campus! $3 poutine anyone?)

Although, I did imagine myself in a different position by this time, married, house, car, and two kids, I'm happy with where I am in life. I will be starting my masters in Manchester this September and then I'll finally be set.

...BUT...if I'm not married by thirty (evil and vile age) then I'll begin to worry

Balls-Part I

Ever wonder how men find a pair of balls and put 'em in a sack? I mean, really, is there some sort of Balk Ball Barn that's hidden somewhere?

This blog is dedicated to all those guys out there who have too big of balls to carry in their sack that they feel the urge to smack me in the face with their balls. Here's a jolly tale of ball smacking girls in the face:

I met good looking PHD Engineering student the prestigious University of Toronto not too long ago. Good looking, cute, foreign, and friggen smart as hell! We met a few times and exchanged numbers...texting...or flirt-texting. So being the social butterfly that I am (I really am not) I invite this guy out to a club on a Saturday night. It would have been a good opportunity to check out how he'll try to impress me, get me liquored up (but really just have him buy me and my girlfriend's drinks all night) get a kiss if he was lucky and part ways at the club at the end of the night. But oh no, he had to throw his massive balls in my face! Here lets play script writer:

Douche: Hey come over my place Saturday so we can pre-drink.

Me: Sure, sounds good. I'll bring some friends.

Douche: Oh no...don't do that...I just want to spend some time with you.

(Okay kinda creepy but I was prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt)

Douche: Maybe...we might have our own party here all night long, so we can skip out the club.

(This is where I lost it!)

Me: Do I have slut written on my forehead? Listen, if you want me you have to work hard for me!

Douche: Oh okay I will work hard for you. What do you think? Can we have some sort of arrangement?

(Okay what a dumb fuck...how the hell did he get into university????)

This guy has a lot of balls! Arrangement?! Am I for hire?! I promptly turned him down. After the initial shock of being whiplashed in the face with a pair of balls, I got so upset! I felt like a worthless piece of meat...do I give off the slut vibe? Why are men such jerks to me ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME?! Especially this guy, only after meeting him twice in a total of probably two hours? Like really, this guy had NO SHAME! Do I have the word slut written across my forehead? Probably single, but not slut...I hope he catches an STD, preferably one that would shrink and shrivel his balls.

Crocodile Rock's What?!

Hellloooooo humans! Sorry for being away for a while, but I'm back in FULL TYECHIA FORCE!

A while go, I had a friend (who will be featured in a later post) who invited me out for a night out on the town. First, we met up a friend's condo to pre-drink and hang out. Now this person who invited me out was someone I use to see a while ago, but had to decline any future "dating" offers from him because he was a bit of a whore and I didn't want to catch some sort of disease. While sitting around this friend who shall be called...hmmm....the Doctor. The Doctor then informs me that one of his friends will be joining us. To my delight (yeah friggen right) it was a girl. As we were all chilling out I noticed that his attention was diverted towards this chic rather me, whom he invited me out before he left the city. But I shook it off.

As for the venue of our night, one of the guys blurts out with joy, "Crocodile Rock!" I was mortified! This place is infamous as a cougar hang out, where trashy older women and douchy young men collide resulting in some disgusting sexual explosion! I was determined not to go, I wouldn't be caught dead there! But alas, everyone convinced me to come along. Plus, I wanted to see this shit hole for myself.

So we arrive. Now since I was invited out, I expected my entrance, my coat check, and my drinks to be taken care of by the Doctor. INSTEAD, I end up paying for all of that myself and this ugly skinny chick who looked like she hadn't eaten in six weeks ended up being taken care of. I guess that sort of stuff happens when a guy knows that when he's not getting some from a girl, he'll put in all that effort and money into a slut who will! Anyways, I proceed...my first thought..."OMFG...this place is fucken trashy...who does that fat old women think she is wearing that short skirt...umm, helloo, could you wear a bra..old woman, stop dancing, get off the bar, put some clothes on and go home to your grandchildren...omg I hope no one recognized me." As I was putting in the effort of trying to have fun, after all, they did play very good music, the Doctor was no were to be found! I thought, "Where the fuck is this guy? He invited me out? Oh wait, there he is, catching an STD from that chick!" So rude! I couldn't take it! He drags me to this cesspool of grossness and ditches me for a chick! I immediately left without telling anyone...hang on, left is not the proper term here...more like sneaked out! WTF does this place rock? I'll tell you what it rocks. It rocks douchy guys, like the Doctor, and ugly old bitches.

A month later, while waiting for the streetcar, a kind looking woman asked me, "Um, excuse me, where can I find Crocodile Rock?" I immediately gave her screw face and said, "Um...you wanna go there?...Sorry, can't help you."

Can I Get a Connection?!

Dialing,

Trying to reach yourself,

Trying to reach others.

Dialing,

Is anyone there? Hello?

I know you're there and I know that you know that I'm here.

I can't connect,

No connection with anyone.

I can't get in touch with anyone.

Dialing...dialing...dialing...dialing....di...a..al...ing.

WTF why can't we connect?

No one has picked up,

I guess nobody is there.

No connection = loneliness.

Left to fend for myself in this epic battle between me and that damn connection!

Did I Fuck Up?

Every wonder, "Did I really fuck things up?" You probably did...I mean fuck things up, not just think about it! That question probably comes more than a few times in our lives. I know it has in mine. I just ate the pizza when I'm supposed to be on a diet...I just fucked up. I turned down that guy who was wonderful and is now married with a baby on the way...I just fucked up. I should have taken that job instead of this one...I just fucked up. I shouldn't have just drunk called my ex...I just fucked up. I really hurt that person's feelings...I just fucked up. I shouldn't have left him/her...oh I more than just fucked up.

So, why do we fuck up? Well, its because like me, you're stupid...sorry :) lol Okay that's a bit harsh. Life can throw so much at us, including a world wind of emotions. Sometimes we can never be too sure of other and most of all ourselves. We make good choices and sometimes we make bad choices. Alas, what do we do?...we must do what is right and just. But I'm sure we must do a lot of things...especially whatever is good for ourselves...

...I don't like the word 'fuck.' Just saying...

I'm Human and So Are You!

Sometimes people seem to forget that they are social beings. In fact, human beings with real feelings and real emotions. From time to time we come across some who forget that humans feel and what it means to be a human.

Ever feel sick of bring treated like shite? Ever feel sick of being the nice one but get shit on instead of being lavished on by your family, friends, colleagues, significant others, etc, who should appreciate your worth as a beautiful human being? Kinda makes you want to climb under that rock, eh? Being made to feel like you're worth nothing to no one makes you want to cry, eh? It makes you want to give up on everything...okay not everything. But, knowing that others treat you like you don't have feelings makes you want to give up on other people. Would you in turn treat others like walking piles of shite, like they're not worth you're time or thought? Geesh, its a nasty cycle.

p.s. men are jerks and I won't bother anymore! :)

Friends Forever

What is a friend? Well there are different types of friends. You have friends, good friends, best friends, friends with benefits, frenemies, childhood friends, work friends, etc. However, I think the most important type of friend is your best/ good friend, because any other friend doesn't affect your life as much as regular friends do. They advise you on many matters, minor or huge. They are usually the the person whom you tell things that you wouldn't easily tell others so lightly. For example; you're a homosexual. Get the point? (btw, I'm not a homosexual ;))

What constitutes a good/best friend? It took me a while to think about this one...a good friend to me is someone whom I can trust and in turn have them trust me. A good friend is someone who will always be on my side...LOYALTY! A good friend is someone who is honest, but not cruel. For example, "Do I look fat in this dress?" "Umm, yeah you're actually grotesquely fat" Right answer, "No, but that dress is kinda tight."

For me, the number one thing in a close friend is trust. Trust is a vital part of every close relationship. Recently I lost someone who I thought was a good friend. I loved this girl, I would have done anything for her. Alas, our friendship was not to last because she had trust issues with me. Long story short, she threw a bunch of false accusations at me, "You always dump me for a guy!...Where were you?!.. You're lieing!" NEVER in my life have I had a friend, best or not, accuse me of lieing. Why is that? Because I don't lie to my friends and if I did I wouldn't put up such a battle to prove my innocence, which I did with this one. Towards the end of our fight, she reluctantly yielded to my innocent pleas and told me that she would do me a favour and go against her "gut feeling." Aside from the insult of being called a lier, now she was doing me a great favour. Thanks but no thank, I don't need any favours, especially if they are not genuine. I knew that she still thought I was a liar. In the end she hasn't contacted me for nearly three months...why should I contact her? I haven't done anything wrong? I wasn't the one throwing false accusations. I was a god damn GREAT friend and I pointed this out to her by pointing out some of the asshole friends she had. Of course if I did do something wrong I would fess up and do my best to mend things and for those of you who really know me, know that this is true of me.

Friends are important. I want to keep my friends close to me. Sure, friends may get into minor fights and they try to talk about it...which I tried, but apparently I'm still a liar. This one was just being stubborn....at this point my "gut feeling" was telling me that she wasn't just angry about me being a notorious lair...but of course I won't make any accusations. Friends are important, but it is equally important to keep those friends and not lose them because you're delusional. Sure, everyone is different, friends aren't always alike. You can have a bossy friend, a clingy friend, a bitchy friend, hell even a creepy friend! But you know, if they're your good friends, those are minor things that make up their great personality, the reason as to why you are their friend in the first place.

Another thing! Aren't you sick and tired of putting in huge efforts to keep in touch with your friends? I am! Don't you hate it when you're always the one calling, emailing, and msging first? I do! Screw it, there are more than one people in a friendship. Everyone has to do their part! That is why, I'm gonna stop putting in all the effort and let my supposed friends do all the work for a while. If you wanna contact me, call me. If I don't hear from you, boo fucking hoo, you suck as a friend.

Happy F%*$king Valentines Day!

Happy Singles Awareness Day! lol

Year after year...well EVERY god damn year, February 14 stands as a day of love. It's great if you're attached. But for us singles out there, it fucking sucks, okay?! lol No, screw you! I AM going to be that bitter person and present you with the harsh realities of being single, ON VALENTINES DAY! lol

I work a few hours a week to make some extra cash as an esthetician and one of my duties includes waxing. Now, for my entire time working all of my guest wanted brazilians. You know, thats where girls want the hair from their hoohaas completely removed. And why you ask? BECAUSE they're going to get some on Valentines Day...AND I'M NOT AND I'M THE GOD DAMN BRAZILIAN QUEEN! lmao! ME, not them, is gonna make their night with their man awesome! And what do I get on Valentines Day? NADA! NOWT!

I wish I had someone to share this day with...to be held in his arms...for him to tell me "I love you,"...as corny as it sounds, I WANT THAT GOD DAMN HIDEOUS BEAR THAT READ 'I HEART YOU'!

But you know what? Its all good. Tomorrow I'm going to stuff my face with chocolate, search for "love" at the bottom of a wine glass and do the unthinkable...I'm going to see him. You know who...PIZZA! I am calling Pizza up for a booty call! I'm gonna tell him to bring friends too, chicken wings and garlic bread! So ha! While all those couples are sucking face, exchanging gifts and sexing it up, I'll be enjoying Pizza. All those men whose girlfriends I waxed, they'll be seeing my face and thanking me for their good time biatches! MUUUWwaaahahahahahahahaa!

Pft Valentines Day...what a cruel corporate joke!

Rejection-Part I of II

The word "Rejection" is such a powerful word. It stirs up feelings of fear...and a whole lot of other feelings. The Urban Dictionary states:

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	buy rejection mugs, tshirts and magnets Something I’ve experienced my entire life and continue to experience into my late 20s today by women I’ve loved who want nothing to do with me for some reason. Those who have never experienced it cannot know the pain and emotional damage it causes. It makes you feel depressed, lonely and like a worthless reject who will never amount to anything or find someone worthy to love or love you in return for who you are because you are not good enough. It's the worst and lonliest feeling a person could ever experience. I have experienced nothing but rejection my entire life and has made me the person I am today--nothing. fear anger bitterness failure depression by krock1dk Apr 10, 2008 share this
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	buy rejection mugs, tshirts and magnets 1) When someone wants something from someone but gets turned away. 2) One of the worst feelings in the world. 3) The subject of nearly every emo song ever written. 1) Bobby the Stud took the rejection in his stride, and oh, what a proud stride it is! 2) Woe, woe it is. The long lasting pain builds up inside, columinating never, always building. Like an endless wall the pain builds, blocking you from what you want, something you will never have, and will never lose again... 3) Ummmm.... "Eeeemo, eeeemo, EEEEEEEEMMMOOOOOO, I got rejected! Boo hoo, sooob soob, whimper, sniffle, shout! Screeeeeaaaaaaaammmmmm!" etc...

So the feelings of rejection are plenty! The line, "The worst feeling in the world," just about sums it up! lol But rejection can come from anywhere: your career, college/university, your friends, and even from your own family. Why do we experience it? Why do we come across it so many times in our lives? Why do people reject? Should you feel like a reject? Should you care? Aha! Oh but you do care!

Fat Kid in a Candy Store

Because my body does not have a "UNDO" button I am forced to work out at the gym in order to get my old body back.

Ever get the feeling that your a fat kid in a candy store? I had that feeling today. I met my friend ZouZou in the weight room of our university gym. She was doing the weights, not me. I'm more of a cardio gal. Anyhow, as soon as I walked in I was overcome by an intense joyous and somewhat perverse feelings. As I looked around I couldn't fight my own reaction as to what I was looking at. I had a huge smile on my face and I couldn't turn it upside down! My mouth hung open and I nearly walked into a machine! There were so many! I was in paradise! "HOLY COW' I thought to myself! "LOOK AT THEIR ARMS! HOLY SHIT...THAT GUY IS EFFIN HOT! AND SO'S HE! AND HIM TOO. OMG AND DEF HIM!" Then I turned my head right, "WOW..." I thought as this tanned muscular god walked by me. This one looked right at me and smiled...I immediately hung my head from shyness and walked (even thought I felt like running with a girly squeel while clapping my hands) away. I was like a cat on catnip! I just got so excited! So I found my friend and immediately informed her that I had to leave and that I could never come back! lol I couldn't stand the immense distractions! I couldn't hide my excitement and obvious perverted stares! If I, the fat kid, scarfed down all the cake in this man candy store, I would have definitely not have only be known as the fat kid, but the fat slutty kid! lol

I'm serious, I can't go back in there...lol

...no I'm serious...lmao

Job Posting: Boyfriend/Sugar Daddy

Job Posting: Boyfriend/Sugar Daddy

Position: Temporary but may result in a full time position.

Salary: Priceless (that's because I'm priceless)

Responsibilities include but are not limited to:

-Paying for all dates including movies, dinners, shisha, etc.

-Take me on shopping trips (hang on, don't get all flustered! Shopping includes foods too ya know, not just clothing, boots or bags. I'm a student! How about books? Better yet, how about we take a trip to the grocery store and buy food so I can start eating good instead of eating out of that shit van (where they sell poutine, burgers, etc.))

-Snuggles.

-Be at my beckon call.

-Foot, legs and back massages.

-Tell me how beautiful I am every day...okay maybe not, that might get little annoying after a while.

-Make me laugh.

-Make me cry from joy.

-Must be honest, but not cruel.

-Carry my heavy ass school bag!

Qualifications:

-Applicant must be between the age of 27-35 (and for those who think 35 is a tad on the ew side, screw you! lol).

-University/College education.

-Must be clean and well dressed, but not dress better than me! P.S. Pointed shoes, and heavy chains are grounds for immediate dismissal.

-Shoes size must be a size 13...lol

-MUST HAVE MONEY! lol okay that's a tad on the shallow side...but you can't be a broke mo fo!

-Must possess a car (a good one too, a shit box will not do! Who the hell do you think I am? Do you think that I'll be seen in some rusted car with a missing side mirror?! Hells to the NO!)

-Dark features... Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, Eastern European...I have a new fancy towards Persians...hehe. (I'm a sucka for accents).

-MUST NOT BE SUPER RELIGIOUS. Its cool if you have your faith, but I'm not going to one of your JESUS SAVES meetings. lol

-Any additional skills or tricks are added assets.

If interested and qualified for this position please apply in writing via electronic mail or in person.

Depress Eat

What did you eat today? McDonalds? Harvey's? Ice cream? Pizza? Chips? Kunefa? Fries? Poutine? Coke zero? Did you just eat one of these marvelous foods or did you eat all of them on your crazy binge fest? Next question; where you even hungry? No? Then why did you eat you greedy pig!? WHY?! lol

As you may have already figured out, I love food. A LOT. But sometimes eating a grotesque amount of food in a short time is a cry for help. When I'm down I eat. When I'm pissed I eat. When I feel lonely I eat. Whoa...yeah I have a problem and you might too. In fact the Urban Dictionary points this issue out proving that the filling of the void with mass amounts of food, mostly crap food, is a sign of depression:

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To eat a large amount of food (possibly junk food) even though you are not hungry, just because you are depressed.

Fuck, I'm depressed. I'm gonna go depress eat to fill the void in my pathetic life with food.

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LMAO! Okay maybe I shouldn't laugh...But food does fill you with joy...temporary joy. This joy may turn into something evil...like cellulite or a massive pot belly! So what does one do about this problem? How does one fill the void in their "pathetic life"? Drowning yourself in school work? No, that just makes you more depressed. Jogging? Fuck that, its too cold outside! Working out at the gym? Nah that will only give me an excuse to eat more junk because I've justified that gyming it will burn off the calories that I've just violently consumed.

This search to fill this void with something other than food comes easier for some. For others, like myself, I don't know what the heck I want or how to fill this void. It may take me while...or I may never find it...I wonder if there are any more cookies left in the kitchen....*rubs my stomach with a smirk*

Ever Feel Like This?

...emptiness...

Say It With Me: I Must...

I must:

...be kind to those who are kind.

...be loving to my friends.

...be loyal to my family.

...try not to be selfish because others have it worse.

...not care.

...be strong for myself and for others.

...be disciplined.

...be better.

...be proud and humble.

...I must be strong without allowing my muscle harm others.

...I must be strong...

...I must be loyal to myself...