See, that's what I'm saying.

I'm not a bitch, bitch. Amazon just saw how many damned books and DVDs I buy and decided that I must be a huge, fat, disgusting couch potato and that I was in dire need of healthy snacks so I won't have to be buried in a piano case. Which is all true. Whereas with you, they saw that you always buy food products through their site so you could probably hold yourself over longer.

OMG. You should have seen me walk home from work. I lugged my ginormous duffel bag all the way home and up my hill. Along with my normal shoulder bag that was of course holding two big hardcover photobooks from Amazon that arrived today. I could barely make it. I was one giant sweatball. I got home, threw in a load of laundry, then decided that I was far too hot and disgusting and extremely ugly, so I went down the block to get a haircut. Like, I HAD to have it right that second. Why was there an OPEN sign in the window but the fucking place was closed? Bastards. What's your schedule tomorrow? I am in desperate need of a haircut and I may have to do it during lunch over by you.

I feel you on the homeless/crackheadiness of this fucking city. Now you know why I keep talking about moving. You get to escape this place when you leave work and go back to your nice, clean, new apartment in the 'burbs. I have to step over those whores every day. On the way home with my luggage today I was bitching to myself about how awful so many of the people were on the street as I walked through the 'hood. Then right when I was getting to a slightly less disgusting corner, some crackhead dude grabs his bike that was leaning against a building and turns it around really fast and rams right into me. I didn't even stop to tell him he was a fucker like usual. I just put my head down and kept walking as fast as I could with all that extra weight on me (the bags, not my own fat).

Maybe I'll get really ambitious this evening and go back to the gym that I disowned nine months ago. Yeah right.