Hey Honey
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This took 9 hours. About 3 ft x 3 ft. Not the best picture and details can’t be seen.
Completely worth every minute. I feel so great after that.
Cigarettes and coffee have become the only foods in my diet. I don’t think I mind at the moment.
Anxiety keeps taking me on uninvited rides these past few days. I feel like it will all -maybe not stop- but chill out the minute I get a secure job. Slowing down hasn’t helped.
I was fine with getting rid of the cigs - completely. But now that I’ve slowed down and my body knows nicotine is gone -now I’m realizing the side effects of withdrawal and it’s pissing me the fuck off. I’m falling over, I feel like I haven’t slept even though I have, I keep saying things without thinking (i sound like I’m some senile old woman ), I can’t hear ANYTHING.
whatever, In a few weeks it’ll be better.
On the bright side, in 30 min I’m off to meet my friend in the city. Food. Mexican. Talk. Talk. Talk. Yes.
Thank god for friends.
Life is driving me insane. My hair smells like cigarettes. It is the most beautiful day outside. Kate Walsh makes me happy inside. I don’t understand when people have adversions to using tampons. I enjoy it when certain people make eye contact from across the way. Pinot Grigio makes me bubbly. I would like to go bike riding, but alas i have no bike. I never went skiing this winter. There is a boy singing along to a guitar in the next room. I get to go see genny now. Last day of Spring Break is tomorrow. I can’t find my elephant necklace or my purple bra. It’s hard to get a woman. It’s hard to get my lines memorized. I like drawing with charcoal. 
