give me strength.

ive been on this organic/buddhist kick lately. its been so rewarding. ish.
i feel so much better, stronger, more energetic... in the buddhist culture, its big to eat well, organic and with purpose. its been awesome... and then i go to fat farm last night... (weight watchers to lei men)

not only am i a raging pms lunatic, i get on the scale and im up. wtf? up? really!? the past few weeks ive been 4lbs OVER what my scale at home says... which, mind you, has always been the same as theirs... AND its the same according to my mom's weigh in. WHATEVER. im pissed. i feel better, i look better, my cloths fit better... but im up. eat shit fat farm.
so then i sit and pout in the back row... when the broad in front of me catches my eye. she's playing with her hair... no wait...
shes pulling out her hair...
and...
fucking eating it!
i know all about these puller people. i saw a special on tlc. im a pro. these folks decide to pull their damn hair, and BITE/eat the hair follicle. it crunches and then they toss the hair and repeat. oh yeah. this was really happening.

ill never forget my first trip to social services back when i was going through chemo and needed a medical card... when a lovely lady approached the counter, grabbed a cardstock postcard/flyer, picked her teeth with it and put it back.
THIS was even fricken worse. people disgust me.
how can i possibly have compassion for people that do gross shit like this?

we ended up leaving (without me puking all over her).

give me strength people.
good god.