When There's Nothing Left to Burn (You Have To Set Yourself On Fire)

So I just came back from camping today with Wikit's family and their motley crew. I dug it. The kids were nice and the scenery was gorge. My health, on the other hand, disinigrated. I've been living off organic milk, vegetables, caffiene pills and red bulls for the past 3 weeks. Thursday night, I stuffed my face with pizza and coconut-tasting-something, Friday was french fries along with ultra-flammable liquid subtances, and Saturday was Kraft Mac and Cheese, and hella marshmallows. Saturday night I felt like dying and knocked out at 9 on the dot. This morning wasn't any better. I was holding back vomit and screams. I tried my best to pull an "under the rug" attitude but my face said "I need to go home and poop...now!"

When I got home, (I didn't poop), I downed about a gallon of water, mad carrots, a can of mountain dew (redbull replacement), drank TWO slimquicks (i can't find my pillz) and blickity-BLAM! Back to normal, bitches.

I even put on some makeup. Four days without doll-ing myself up took its took. I looked/felt like a derelict. (look it up) Yeah, I'm fucking shallow and materialistic. Shut the fuck up. Lemme enjoy lipgloss and air conditioning. betch.

I'll go fucking Regina George on your ass if I don't get my shameless, shallow fix of consumerist femininity.