living the dream.
i made the mistake of telling gta that i still feel like poo, and now he’s bringing me drugs. i tried to stop him, but it didn’t work. i’m not generally vain, but having the new dude see me when i’ve felt carsick for a whole day and my butt’s fallen out half a dozen times isn’t usually in my plan. makes me kind of miss mottie’s borderline heartlessness very manly lack of feelings toward me. (edited to apologize for hurting vermottie’s feeling.)
ugh.