Comfortable With Conformity
Last night my dad had a kidney stone and we had to rush him to the emergency room. He's had many kidney stones, so he knew what to expect, but I've read the pain is unbearable. Luckily I had some Demerols left over from my wisdom tooth extraction in '98, so I gave him those, and they took the pain away. He's ok now, just trying to pass the stone. Ouch.
I resisted the urge to buy every single candy bar in the vending machine in the hospital. Snickers...Kit Kat...Twix. I have a chocolate fetish. I NEED chocolate. I think most chocoholics also have anxiety problems. My dad is very anxious, and eats at least three candy bars a day, and his cousin Faye is exactly the same. I try to get my chocolate through "healthy" junk food, like fat free ice cream and Power Bars. Sometimes I break down and get a Snickers. Chocolate is my comfort food.
I'm going to the Dolphin Mall with my mom today. It's this mall all the way on the other side of the world, but what the hell else do I have to do? Nothing. Exactly. Besides, I still have a shitload of graduation/birthday money to spend. Wanna hear something totally obnoxious? I think I have too many clothes. My closet is crammed full. Still, I find myself wanting more. I'm so vain.
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