Four minutes.

That's all it takes.

Four minutes to get rid of dinner (one egg, scrambled, and six strawberries, cut into four pieces each) and dessert (one banana, cut up, with multicolored sprinkles on top).

It's honestly becoming an OCD-like thing for me.
If there's no food in my stomach, I'm happy.
Once I start eating, it's hard to stop.
And once there's food inside, I have to get it out.
Because it doesn't feel right being in there.
And once it's out, everything feels better.


Maybe I'm over-dramatizing this. Probably.

But I gotta say, bingeing and purging ice cream twenty minutes before taking a midterm exam isn't exactly my proudest moment.


I bought Wasted today.
I'm excited to read it.
I started, and had to stop, because I had to go to a wake (wakes really creep me out, but it was a girl from my team's grandmother who died, so I was obligated to pay my respects).
But shit, a lot of the stuff she writes, it's like... Holy crap. I do that.
And I'm sure I'm not the only one who has said that, but...
Holy crap.



And so I bid you adieu for now.
Not that anyone cares...