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September 04, 2004 I am impatient…actually extremely impatient. I want results… signs… progress… instantaneously. ‘Get rich quick’ schemes, ‘Turn your life around’ strategies, exercise machine, diet pill and super cleaning product advertisements are made for people like ME. It’s been 2 days since I bribed my driver to teach me how to drive. There has been NO progress…the car STILL stalls and jerks when I try to put it in the first gear. I was laughed AND pointed at…at a very busy intersection. My internal dialogue hums the tune “you will neverrrr…no neverrrrrr learn…to driiiive” and I want to kill the people cruising on the roads as if driving is the most natural thing to do. I hate them. I’ve been torturing myself at the gym for the past 3 days…I look in the mirror and the bulges are there…smiling smugly… ‘We’re not going ANYWHERE darling’ and I’m just left with lots of aches and pains. The television reinforces how amazingly life will treat you if you resemble an anorexic-sucked-in-cheeks-with-a-flat-stomatch-and-unrealistically-straight-haired- FUCKING BITCH! Did I mention…I hate them too! (1:00 AM) ~`~
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