It has been nearly a year since I’ve made an update. What can I say?
I’m still working at my job over at the “Evil Empire” competitor’s HQ.
Early last month my uncle informed us he was in the hospital (again.) Long story made short, he is without health insurance and lived near the TX-Mexico border. My mom and I drove down to visit him since he was not doing well. He had an antibiotic resistant infection running throughout his bloodstream. We came back home and a week later my parents went back to bring him up here. He is in the hospital up here and should be back home soon. We are waiting for the ninety day waiting period before he can get insurance from the government since he will be classified as disabled and therefore, claim social security or something. Not sure how that works.
I have not been good at keeping up my friendships. My third shift work hours make it nearly impossible to see others. I hate using the “I’m tired” excuse, but it’s the truth.
I had plans about two months ago to see Randy. Randy forgot about the plans and when I showed up to his house, his drunk room mate threatened me with a spoon and called the cops on me. I later find out he was full of shit. Drunk people usually are. Randy will be doing something with me tomorrow night.
Brandon, who I considered to be one of my closest friends has fallen from the face of the Earth. And I’d love to get really honest about that but I don’t want to ruin my chance to make up with him because what I’d say wouldn’t be something he wants to hear.
In the past few months I have been able to learn about myself and what I’m interested in, something I didn’t think I was able to do.
I believe I have a mental illness (depression or bi-polar) since I’m either “normal” or “sad.” Today I feel “normal.” I quit seeing therapists because they were a waste of money. One wanted to talk to my parents to teach them how to be better parents – WTF? I’m an adult… and the other didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t Christian. She didn’t say so, but I could tell.
I’m fat. I’m chubby. I’m morbidly obese. Call it what you will. I understand that. I love myself but have a hard time showing it sometimes. A new look (hair, nails, clothes, etc.) would make me feel better. That and this rash on my face. It looks like pimples on my forehead and cheeks, red, flaky. And it will not go away no matter what I do — that is the number one reason for me not feeling confident. I can’t go into public without showing my face.
I am very interested in supporting the following social/political movements: fat/size acceptance, childfree, pro-choice, and Libertarianism.
I believe all sizes should be accepted in society. Do not regulate anything based on size, including but not limited to airline seating and job discrimination.
I do not want children. My children are cats. I can’t afford children and if I had a child I would not take care of it.
I am pro-choice, not pro-abortion
I would like to be a good little girl and update this more often.