Before I go, I should tell you what I did last night with names mentioned. I walked over to Eric's house, the one I knew from school, but lost contact with because I moved to another state. I was nervous at first because something triggered my truama issue. He had a group of his friends out side his house sitting on the wall chating. Its like at school where lots of people would make fun of me and do rotten things to me. I meditated while I walked, told myself positive things about myself, and that gave me enough of a charge to continue on. It helped though that Josh was there who I also knew because he lived upstairs from me. His face was familar to me. It took me a few minutes to calmn down then I started with the jokes, and they think my extreme family is kind of amusing. I think so to! Eric is like me, he eats like a cow and is skinny as a rail. Josh was asking me about my past and what I have been up to, and then a few more of his friends came up. It was a crowd and I was not affected! I introduced myself, and I was readly accepted. Being fit and having such a sexy body gets you mad credits with women and men. Its a sign you are fuctional and thus fun to be around with. I offered to trade video games with Josh while he reminicist in the past. Its cool with them that I am a health nut and I study for college at night even though I am not in it. Those shoes I saw on the telephone wire are Eric's old shoes, he puts them as a sign of his hangout area. I don't act like a fuckn nerd dork so its cool that I am health nut smart fucker! I swear and shit! I was careful not to hurt other's fealings because weeze's cousin was doing weird shit. What ever floats your boat, is what I said. I was told to get a tatooe and go to Montreal where there are mad bitchs. Someone brought up girfriends and I commented on my obession. I made a extreme joke about that too, and it made everyone laugh. It was strippers and shit. I am the only one not smoking or doing fuckn alcohol and thats is cool with them. I am going to get a tatooe eventually anyway with dragons on my forearm. My bitch wants me to and I find the challenge of pain tollerance rather fuckn amusing. My brother has the same one. Eric is rather lazy, and he is like so Randy you are shooting for the top? No one called me ugly or made fun of me when I said I was training for modeling job. I offered advice to Don when he complained about his allergies. I was hooking him up!
Upon examing, my mom says she gave me oats when I was two weeks old, upon recommendation from my pediatrican. Medical malpractice!
You can't give complex food like grains to undevolped intestinal, track as it spures allergies. What a stupid fuck!. Mom says I would cry and cry for food, and got expelled from the nursery for crying fits over food. She said rice did not work, but oats and milk did. I was a fuckn fat ass, nine pounds. I made her ravenous when she had her in my tummy. She ate a whole pumkin pie an tons of sandwichs because of me, and she says I ate the placenta. I still eat alot, except its health food. I am fuckn heman now anyway!
