Week Five: In Review

This sucks. My cat is in "rehab" at my parents house. He had an addiction to destroying my carpet with his tiny claws. Before you get all, "Brawr! That's inhumane. You're vegan! WTF?!?!" my cat has probably caused upwards of $600 something in damage to my carpets in my rented apartment. If I owned a home, I probably wouldn't give a shit, but I don't own this apartment and will be paying for the damage when I leave. I've also just witnessed my mother's three other cats get declawed and they didn't change at all. They are still able to jump up on the fridge and shit like they used to. Thomas also does not go outside. He'll be fucking fine.

Aside from that, I feel like everything is falling apart. My weight this past Saturday was 236. I haven't been eating very vegan lately and have felt all gassy and bloated and shit because of it. I've also been eating lots of shitty food like veggie burgers and fries and giant carb fests. ): My apartment is getting messy again and the flowers that I bought the other day that I have yet to plant are already dying. I need to plant those tonight. And that Rob guy never messaged me back... as expected. I went clothes shopping yesterday to get some cute dresses or something and found nothing. I ripped the seam trying on a skirt at Old Navy with my huge ass and everything just made me feel like a big fat nasty and looked like shit on me, except for a pair of Steve Madden wedges that were on sale. Yay for shoes! I'll post pictures of them later.

After shopping last night, I went on another date. This one was TERRIBLE. I assumed it would be from the brief exchanges with the fellow because his words permeated with pretentious ass hole. His pictures were cute though so I decided if anything we could have a battle of the pretentiousness and it would be kind of funny. First off, he's 31. Nothing really to say about that, only that it is 10 years older than me. Secondly, he's a graphic artist. Well, I'm a graphic designer, we should have stuff to talk about around that right? Unless we are talking about how shitty his work is and how it lacks depth or perception or even any faint glimmer of artistic talent, I have nothing to say. Can you see that furry piece of shit he drew? He's pretentious about that piece of shit. What the hell is wrong with him? Anyways, yet another opportunity for me to go on this date and lol my ass off about it afterwards. Thirdly, we finally meet up and I am greeted by a fucking troll. Someone took a rock to this mother fucker and smashed his upper body down into his ass. Definitely not what I was expecting from his pictures. Fourthly, the conversation was fucking terrible. It was extremely stilted and pretty much one-sided. I'd ask him general questions, like "What do you do for fun?" and listen to him ramble on ENDLESSLY about what he does, then finish and look at me, in silence, with this retarded smirk on his face and a cocked eyebrow, like a shitty little dog waiting for you to play some retarded fucking fetch with it. Welcome to the Harris O'Malley tells his life story show. I'm-running-out-of-lys-ly, he has the gall to fucking judge me and roll his eyes after almost everything I said. Upon my explanation of my veganism being based on a book, he asked, "Oh, was it Fast Food Nation or The Omnivore's Dilemma?" I said, "Neither, it was a book called Skinny Bitch." HE FUCKING ROLLED HIS EYES AT ME! Anyways, the date came to a near abrupt halt when he called Halliburton satan's incarnate (in reference to Sean being a completely soulless asshole for working there) and said, "I'm so liberal, I make Ghandi look like a Nazi." Oh! Well, excuse me while I liberally break my FUCKING FOOT OFF IN YOUR ASS, YOU PRETENTIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!!! It is no fucking wonder that you are 31 and live with two cats alone in a fucking house. You are a social fucktard and I hope your deck collapses and you get stabbed in the chest with your fucking Wacom pen! The world needs less of YOU!

So now... as if I couldn't have been more bitter towards the male specimen... we've got fucking boys who don't really care, boys who don't message, and boys who are social fucktards and judge you every 5 seconds. UGH.

I have a photo shoot tonight and I hope that puts me in a better, less fat and ugly, mood... ):