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Original: 10/3/2005 2:42 AM
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Monday, October 03, 2005

 RAAAAAARH. I'm drunk, and don't give a fuck So it's all coming out. like vomit... except NOT vomit. The subjects we shall touch upon tonight: work, diet, BOB, me, and why i'm stupid.

oh the joys of southern comfort and irish cream... no not mixed together... chasing each other in rapid succesion. and a little kelly clarkson... her breakaway album.. how is it that almost EVERY song on that damn record speaks to my soul, to the words i am crying to scream with every fiber of my being? ok... time for the funnn!

ok, the irish cream chasing the soco isn't so good.. switching to coke, or some other carbonated beverage. except for beer. hold on... and yes, coke works.


Work:

Work is fun... sometimes. other times it makes me want to kill myself by taking my chef knife to my throat and jumping up on the cutting board and slicing my head off... but then i don't. i look down, and continue doing whatever the fuck i was doing... be it opening oysters, clams... making shrimp med, pulled pork sandwiches, hamburgers, filets, new york strips, sirloins, lamb chops, setting up plates, making everything look so damn PERFECT.

the damn incestual habits of Cedars Steakhouse... nearly everyone's slept with at least someone in the kitchen... and i have become one of those. hahahah .i hope bob reads this, and i  hope it tears his heart out, like he did mine...

Me and Brandon had... a thing. i wouldn't go so far as to call it sleeping with him... but nearly everything else, and wait... we did actually sleep together... but no sex... but everything else. And he was MUCH better then bob could ever dream of being... so no, it wasn't me it was bob. apparently i'm damn good at giving head. too bad bob will miss out. oh, and this was while bob and i were dating. that's right... i cheated on your fucking ass. Hah! ooh. another shot... please pardon the momentary silence....

back! i know you missed me. Perhaps not.. but i missed me.

next on the list... DIET!

ok... well, it's not that i haven't followed the diet... i just haven't been eating... i suppose that's a bad thing, but if you don't eat, you don't have extra calories... they say you should have a negative 3500 calorie diet... well... mine's WAY more then that... the average female should eat 1500 calories every day, just to sustain their body and moving around during a regular day... not including working out, or working in a kitchen which is like working out in itself... sweating, lifting heavy things, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. (<--hey, what i imagine at work!) i've figured out that at work, i walk about... 7 miles a day... well, it depends on where i am. if i'm on prep, then i'm doing about 10-15 miles a day. if im working the line, it's about 3 miles. (and this doesn't count walking up the damn hill to my car, which is about half a mile at my house.)

so yes... as nikki said that her "diet" consists of sleeping all day, eating one meal, and then drinkgin all night... well, that is obviously my diet... excpet for the eating one meal, and drinking all night. except for tonight... that's different. i've never drunk alone.. but it's becoming a nasty habit, because no one ever comes over, and i'm always alone. whatever. do i smell? i don't think i do... i shower at least once a day... right when i get up, and if i work out, right after that... and then when i get home from work... which is a total of THREE. i've gone fucking OCD about cleanliness since bob left me. i don t kknow why. wow. my typing is getting worse by tyhe minute. SHEEAt.

ok, enough diet talk. onto the next subject, which is BOB.

so, i've burned every picture i had of him, deleted every picture on my computer of him... i don't want to see him, think of hhim or anything anymore... but now i think of him at all times. i've only been sleeping about 2-4 hours a night, becuase i keep dreaming of him. his smile, his hugs, his kisses... 

when he broke up with me... it went like this. "meaghan, i don't think we should be dating anymore."
"what?"
"I don't really love you anymore... i've been waiting for the spark to come back, for the romance to come back, but it hasn.t"
"what?"
"I'm sorry meaghan."
"WHAT?"
( i was expecting him to propose to me this day...)
so after this, i grabbed my bag and said:
"Well, this was fun."
i stood up, and turned so fucking fast. i marched myself out the front door of the restaurant (yes, he took me out to lunch, right before i had to go to work) and practiacally ran to my car. I wouldn't let him see me cry. i can't let him see me cry. I turned my ipod on, and guess what song was next on the random selection? Breakaway, by kelly clarkson.

Do you know how hard it is to drive when your vision is clouded by tears? i didn't care that people were looking at me like i was crazy, when my windows were all the way down, and the stereo all the way up, and i was SCREAMING along with the song. and then just screaming.
( i hate myself... for loosing you)

i want to hate him, to hate everything about him. but I CANT. stupid, iknow.


next topic, this one makes me cry every moment i talk about it.

Me, and why i'm stupid.

See all the above. also... still thinking about that car accident.. thinking it definitly wouldn't be a bad thing anymore. as well as killing myself... and it's weird... i've been having dreams of me skiing, and then i fall, and hit a big old tree... My head begins to bleed, and all these people that i love are around me, holding my head, telling me to hold on, but i keep slipping.. and then i wake up. It's either that dream that keeps me from getting sleep, or bob. I dream of him coming into the house, and slipping into bed... i don't know why.. but i keep on dreaming it, and i wake up, and turn over and touch his side... and he's not there. it's empty, with just me laying in the bed.

so yes, i am crazy. FUCKING LOONY

i should be in an institution... but no, i'm allowed to run the streets! hahaha!


watchout. I'm fucking LOOSe, an CRAZY as a loon.


i really should be locked up.

chef MEG

by the way, i'm going to be changing my screen name soon, just wanted to let ya'll know..

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i loved this post. so much passion. and you are strong and full of beautiful life; no matter how torn down you feel. plus there's always that extra shot to be poured JUST IN CASE.

Posted 10/3/2005 4:19 AM by Ohgood - reply

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I also love this post. You express yourself ridiculously well...and, I want to hear that in person. I will now continue chatting with you via AIM.
Posted 10/3/2005 2:04 PM by trievall - reply

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i am a little surprised at your reactions... When i read this over, all i see is stupid... but i suppose that is how it is when you are reading your own works. eh, i'm still here.
Posted 10/3/2005 2:40 PM by megglins - reply


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