so today I’m wearing this hideous sweater… hideous because it catches every bit of cat hair and fuzz from around my house and I end up picking at myself like a scabby child all day long. It makes me feel like that mother who’s given up on being a real person and just exists to serve everyone around her until they take her on Oprah for a makeover (or maybe it’s Montel, I don’t know who’s doing the makeover thing these days). It’s worse because of course at work there are all these fashionable and stylish asian girls and then me wearing the sweater that they probably wouldn’t even consider good enough to wipe their floors with. Yay!

I’m eating almonds. I don’t know why, they’re choking food, and I have a problem with choking food. Anything I consider choking food must be chewed repeatedly until it becomes a complete food milkshake. Is that a sign of some sort of OCD problem?

I feel like I have one stuck in my throat right now.