really?

the boy's status, as of two hours ago:
'do not wear leggings if your cellulite is visible through your leggings. it violates everybody elses human rights'
uh
huh
huh
*exhausted/sardonic laughter-tears*
really? that's what you have to say to the world right now *awesome*

i'm so fatfatfatfatfatfatfatfatfatafatfatfatfatfatfatfatfat............................. guess he wouldn't be interested me then now would he. *yip. deliberately not a question*

it's making me want to push my goal weight to 46kg... that's a BMI of 18.2, still just barely below underweight... I would have to lose 22kgs (if you look at last night's weight) that's like a third of myself... I wonder; if I just cut of a leg and a half he'd be satisfied?
uh. huh. huh. huh.
*sigh of extreme tiredness and melancholy*

So, to get it over with, today's eating:
breakfast: rice cake with pate
then: my one cup of para-mandatory cafeteria coffee
lunch: cucumber (sticks, crudite-like things... like 8 of them) & probs like 12 babay tomatoes
supper: 2 ricecakes, one with pate, the other with hummus
 - i'll record my night time weight later... cos i just ate -

*fuck fuck fuck*

and, since my graduation is on April the 8th, and i want to loose 10kg by then, this means i need to loose:
1kg :: every 3 days
yes.
that is what i'm saying.
i don't give a fuck if it looks, smells, tastes or breathes like it's doable.
I'm gonna fucking do it.

*fuck you world*