the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:29 a.m. + 2003-04-22 = ocd
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i live with mr. environmentalist. (although i see that he's using cetaphil instead of his organic soap...) not that i'm anti-nature by any means, but i'm really not that environmental. at least not as much as i pretend to be. i leave my computer on all the time, i take long showers (but that could be the result of a psychological disorder! ummm... sure.)
so ocd, it was never that bad to begin with, but i figure out how to control it. and now i'm counting things again. and intensely scrubbing every part of my body until it squeaks with cleanliness. uh-oh spaghettio. but i'm not worried, it just means i need to start smoking and drinking more. and if anyone had a vicodin or two... i'd be more than happy to accept those as well.
note to self: don't write journal entries post-shower, pre-day.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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