Serious Time: Guiltexia.

I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY

Guess who is looking for their iPod charger? Me.
Guess what I did? Dumped the entire contents of my "electronics bucket" onto my floor in search of said charger.
Guess what is not in this giant pile of cords and electronics? My iPod charger.
Guess what is still in the middle of my floor? This giant pile of cords and electronics.

I am seriously about to snap. Why can't I find this one, small apparatus that I need to have a working iPod? Why?! Why can't I put things back where they belong? Ever!? This is just really great. And by the way, it's the least of my problems right now. But it's also not helping. NOT HELPING AT ALL. It's just that extra thing I'm dealing with that will eventually lead me to snap and become Extreme Bitch Karly to anyone or anything that crosses my path. Like this:


This is what Allie from Hyperbole and a Half refers to as the Sneaky Hate Spiral. And I'm on it. I'm the conductor, in fact. Well.. assuming that the Sneaky Hate Spiral is a train. If it were a parade, I'd be that guy with the obnoxious hat, marching and waving a baton all over the goddamn place. Or maybe that's for marching bands. Whatever. I don't know anything. I'm on a Sneaky Hate Spiral. Too busy hating to care. So anyway, now I have no iPod charger and a giant mess in the middle of my room. NOT WINNING.


I labeled this entry Serious Time because I'm going to talk about something really serious. More serious than missing iPod chargers.

Eating disorders.
Specifically, mine.
I'm not anorexic (proof: I eat food.)
I'm not bulemic (proof: I eat food and do everything in my power not to throw up. Ever. Because throwing up is terrible and pretty much the equivalent of dying, only worse. I mean I don't really know what dying feels like but if it's worse than throwing up HOLY CRAP... I don't want to die.)

When I eat food I always feel guilty. I ran 6.5 miles again today, and then I ate two mini taco/burrito type things and I started feeling guilty. So I think I have something that I like to call Guiltexia. Guiltexia is when you eat a normal amount of food and feel bad about it because you feel like you should probably just be anorexic anyways. And now every time you look in the mirror you are going to see extra chins and pretty much a blimp-ified version of yourself even if you look exactly the same to everyone else. Even your hands are going to look fatter. And your entire day is just completely ruined because you are now way too fat for anyone to ever love or even tolerate. Welcome to Guiltexia. It's awesome.

And by the way, I did try to eat an entire pizza. I got to four pieces and started feeling like (imagine this) GARBAGE and kind of like I had FoodBaby Disease AND Guiltexia. Which is a terrible combination.

oh well.

onto PBB&J

and more Guiltexia.