Maybe I should give up, give in.

Give up trying to be thin.
Give up and turn into my mother.
God knows I love her.

I locked myself out of the apartment.  When do I not lock myself out of hmm, my dorm, my house on my way to work, my car, my apartment?  Basically anything that has a door with a lock which I hold a key to.  And always that rush of the door that closes behind me in and one roaring whoosh of air the realization that.  fuck.  I did it again.  I got back in though, and then as punishment decided to clean the ever loving crap out of it.  It may be all the coffee I've had as well.  Either way it's sparkling now.  Well, off to enjoy the rest of the weekend. Off to explore Lizard's head.