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  <title>What About Bob- Er, I Mean Lauren?</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:44:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Self-Indulgent</title>
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Bulimia (but ideally I&apos;d be giving that up for life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:06:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Update</title>
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  <description>I broke up with my therapist. That guy was such a tool. Now I don&apos;t want a therapist anymore. I want to have a full blown relapse. I&apos;m back to restriction during the day. Purging meals, and b/p-ing at night. Oh and I&apos;ve turned to natural laxatives, milk of magnesia, prune juice, lax tea. Oh so fun *eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am dating this gorgeous, tall, blondie. So, that makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school sucks as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I cut off all my hair... I&apos;ll post pics later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 09:04:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I need to journal more.</title>
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  <description>According to my therapist I need to journal more. He thinks I don&apos;t talk about enough various things during our sessions. I told him it&apos;s because the issues I want to bring up escape my mind at the moment we are finally talk. (we meet once a week, if that.) So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I talked about my latest issue in the purgatorium http://community.livejournal.com/purgatorium/10992484.html. But I really don&apos;t think I would ever have the guts to bring that experience up in my hour meet-up. We don&apos;t talk about bulimic behaviors that often. I don&apos;t think he has ever asked me how much I do it, which about once a day during the week, and maybe three times a day on the weekends. We always just talk about my other issues, which seems to mainly be feelings about school/social anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I was told by my closest guy friend, (who is also the guy I was romantic with all summer ), that we would be talking later tonight, through AIM or emails. Then the even comes and goes, and no word from him at all. It&apos;s not that he should have any feeling of bligation about keeping a true to his word to talk to me. We are no longer in an exclusive relationship. It&apos;s just that tonight I was feeling lonely and triggered, and I could really use a friend who understands me. He is the one person who know pretty much everything about me, even my darkest secrets that make me very ashamed. And he still likes me regardless of any flaw I have. He sees the good in me, all the things I can&apos;t see, and makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&apos;re fuckin&apos; hot.&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I&apos;m more attracted to you than I have been to anyone else, by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I think you&apos;re absolutely gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;And you can&apos;t give me this crap about, oh, you haven&apos;t seen me in person yet, blah blah blah :P Cause I have.&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures don&apos;t do you justice.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re everything I expected, and more. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ll also add that you&apos;re an amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re smart, and kind and considerate towards me.&lt;br /&gt;All you do is make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re just incredible; being with you is all I want.&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt; 			 			&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;*Deep sigh*&lt;br /&gt;That is the sort of &amp;quot;pep-talk&amp;quot; I could have used tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 06:34:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>brain swelling</title>
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  <description>Whilst I am having an amazingly pathetic Friday night watching youtube videos of the british show Supersize v Superskinny (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/user/justadustyrose&quot;&gt;justadustyrose&lt;/a&gt; has every episode), I started pondering how much I wish would journal more. Ideally I would make an entry everyday, but I would fail miserably at that. So today is my jump start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is it that my day off from school has consisted of 5 binge sessions, with therapy somewhere in between, trip to hell for more binge food, purging and lots of television and internet zombieness. I feel like such a sad excuse as a human being. No friends calling. No one. But, I&apos;m not really all that lonely. I&apos;m just numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a complete mess right now. I am in a chaotic swell of procrastination. My room looks like a missile hit it. I must do something to organize it! It&apos;s driving me insane and it is just more more thing adding to my stress and unhealthy lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therapy-&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike my therapist. This guy just rubs me the wrong way. Rich, white, middle-aged ah idk, I can&apos;t describe him very well. Well he thinks I have ADD. I did the basic test for it and yea, all of the questions really were true to me. So now the next step is getting my ass in a psychiatrist&apos;s office, which seems bloody impossible. GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 02:03:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>image issues</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on when I was oh so thin, it makes me sad. I want to go back.&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;picture&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://a936.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/116/l_760b8f1441691d3605edc127fb6553af.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:49:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have been thinking about how shallow I come off on this journal. It makes me sick. This eating disorder shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are too shaky right now. My head is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just smile again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 11:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS</title>
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  <description>While my boyfriend was here I ate. And Iat and I ate and I ate and I ate. &lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuck. &lt;br /&gt;I put on massive love pounds. &lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t even know it was possible to put on that much weight in a month. &lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;STATS ugh&quot;&gt;HT- 5&apos;7.5&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CW- 138&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HW- 175 &lt;br /&gt;LW- 98 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GW- 120&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God this is making me so anxious. I can&apos;t sleep. I put on fifteen pounds in 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:12:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*noted*</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;weight&quot;&gt;122 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a snuggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.hi-net.zaq.ne.jp/foliage/antiques/img/snuggle.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except IRL, with a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 15:13:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I have weighed myself yesterday and today and both times I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;numbers&quot;&gt;123&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so much less anxious.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how much hold the scale still has on me. I just get so much relief when I&apos;m even lower then my safe numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll probably be back up in a week though :S</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 06:29:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I tend to be sarcastic</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Survey, I lead a sad life  :(&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat down to think about why you like the person you like/love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;It&apos;s hard to think when you&apos;re always stoned on heroine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say &quot;I don&apos;t ever talk crap about anyone&quot; do you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I only hang out with people who make fun of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you&apos;d like to hang out with and just talk about stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;You mean the stuff before sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;It keeps me up at night. Oh noez, I hope nobody hates me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you&apos;re approachable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;It would seem so. Just because I smile at people they automatically think it means I want them to attempt to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret doing anything this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Going quail hunting with Dick Chaney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you wouldn’t want to buy used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Condom for a guy, tampon for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I don&apos;t have a clock in my room. Uh... yea... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to for longer than 10 minutes on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I get straight to the point. I like to keep my convos under 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever become a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I try&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I like to go postal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;My mom. And I got to second base ;p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I get to talk to live singles in my area for only 2.99 per minute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;AE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever lose a best friend?&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were lost in hurricane Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Course, she ODed on cat piss, and that has nothing to do with fire.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a real life prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Well it&apos;s hard to avoid coworkers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;20! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;JEWS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your 3rd, 6th, 9th incoming calls from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;:/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;rubber sheets :S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went in a tanning bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I plead the 5th&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear to bed?&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweat of Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to make them go away. Oh avoidance, works every time! *thumbs up*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night at 1AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Fantasizing and touching myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend that you hate every other day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;no&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;not really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person you are into asked you to be their bf/gf, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Piss on them. Claiming my territory&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mob was after you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Show them my tits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even though the court order says I&apos;m not supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you stop liking the last person you liked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Who&apos;s that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;hmm, flashback to 13 questions ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a quote from the song you are listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Just picture jews talking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;Holding my pee while I finish this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;I guess the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;pharmaceutical&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt; company would like to know that I don&apos;t really have Glaucoma.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;laced up my kicks and went jogging  :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 22:27:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy</title>
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  <description>I got kittens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;pix0rs of teh lolcats&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c269/longlostlo/100_2174.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c269/longlostlo/100_2161.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:41:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I loved this video</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama &apos;08 y&apos;all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 04:37:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sucks</title>
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  <description>I had been doing well with not b/p-ing and doing some light exercise each day. I was on day three (not much, I know) and I decided to weigh myself. I was &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;click for weight&quot;&gt;126 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;. That is like my freakout number. I have a safe range &lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;numbers&quot;&gt;123-125&lt;/div&gt;, that&apos;s ok. And anything below that is just an added bonus, but I stay in the twenties to keep my loved ones happy. Well this weight gain totally fucked me up. I was axpecting loss. Not b/p-ing + exercise = loss, at least I thought so. I was even sticking to my meal plan, or eating a little less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was yesterday and so for the past 24 hours I have been so triggered. I b/p 4 times. Then weighed myself this morning and was down a pound. Ah, I hate that I&apos;m getting this instant gratification from something I know is so bad for me. I still want it so badly. But everyone around me needs me to be better. I am doing it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of today I restricted and then went jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad girl.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 05:08:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bored survey</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Surveyness&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Spell your name without the letter E:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you&apos;re at home alone, do  you still close the door when you shower?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I lived alone, I&apos;d never close it. But since I live with my parents, I&apos;m afraid they might come home and catch me in my nudeyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Do you like your life right now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could use a little change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last item you  bought?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dawn of the Dead(2004) on dvd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Are you in a  relationship?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;m in relation to everything around me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What  are you thinking about right now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My tummy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What time did you go to bed last  night?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed out in a drunken haze. Time, as well as many other things, have been blacked out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What are you currently  doing?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self loathing to it&apos;s fullest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soaked up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of Indian folk.&lt;br /&gt;Ate my body weight in mexican food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate  anyone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I might not have any interest in certain people, but I don&apos;t hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sits  behind you in math?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It&apos;s summer, dumbass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening  to?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wolfmother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Who does it remind you  of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stefanie, because she is my momma wolf.&lt;br /&gt;ps. If you are reading this, I miss your sweet ass and I want to have picnic day part 2 soon. We can play with your light Sabers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was  the last movie you watched?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Her Shoes or something.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&apos;t really paying attention. I watched it for like 20 minutes and then fell asleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CD is in your stereo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a five cd changer as well as my car stereo. I can&apos;t recall all of them. 6 is too many, it hurts my brain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What did you do last  night?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chit-chat with my favorite person for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that maybe I do hate Tila Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your music loud or at a  reasonable level?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loud and proud, just like teh gays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Are you a beach or a snowy  mountain person?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norcal beach bum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing  later?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hopefully I&apos;ll get to talk to gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Are you there gawd? It&apos;s me Margret. Oh wait, I mean Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Do you get distracted  easily?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I say yes will you give me Adderal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your childhood  nickname?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lobo&lt;br /&gt;or Lauren the Bee&lt;br /&gt;or Lo-lo&lt;br /&gt;or (to my grandma) spoiled brat and Fattymogie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What would you change about your  life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Identity theft sounds cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;Can you keep a secret?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;probably not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;What was the best day of your  life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The day Paris Hilton dies in some retarded socialite way will be the best day of my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played Twister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want some Twizzlers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been tipsy at  school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not during school hours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing  received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voting crap and a cell phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone whose  name begins with a T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don&apos;t ask names.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who  was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sexual devient&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose the first &quot;J&quot; in your  phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I haven&apos;t put any names in it yet. I don&apos;t know if I will. I&apos;m kind of sick of people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the  last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugging gives you Syphilis &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who&apos;s the last person you argued  with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I argued with myself, the tormenting voice in my head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:35:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the heat.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m so fucking hot here in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;I threw up today.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired.&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I kept down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;rice and bean low-fat burrito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monster coffee drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden burger patty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steamed mixed veg (2 cups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;packet of sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry yogurt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;TOTAL CALORIES- 950 (give or take a hundred absorbed from dinner that I purged)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:16:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Food</title>
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  <description>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight Control Oatmeal (1 packet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kashi Go-lean cereal (1 cup)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mixed froxen berries (2 cups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lentil soup (2 cups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peas (1 can)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiber-protein bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TOTAL CALORIES-1,040</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 19:21:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My plan</title>
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  <description>I have been in this horrible rut. So today marks the day that I will start to try to fight my urges again. I used to be kind of good at it. I was getting stronger at getting better and powering through my urges to binge and purge. Lately, more like for the past month and a half, I have just been saying fuck fighting and I have been binging and purging daily. I&apos;m sick of it, I don&apos;t want that to be my life. So today I need to come up with a plan. The best thing to do is to make structure in my day. So now I will come up with a list of things to do today to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold jeans (they have been clean and sitting in a laundry basket for the past 24 hours)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold or hang up the rest of the clothes (that&apos;s even worse, they have been clean since Friday, but I have been too depressed/lethargic, and caught up in my bulimia,which took up all of my time, to put them away.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash my sheets and pillow cases (the state they are in is disgustingly riddled with stains, because I do 90% of my binging in my room, sitting on my bed, and I end up spilling)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a shower (believe me, I need one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a walk to Starbucks and get an iced coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read my Philosophy book for my quiz tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish cleaning my room and vacuum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my house-mate jobs; clean the counters, clean the mirror, clean the shower (eeeew)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the grocery store to buy healthy food, ABSOLUTELY NO BUYING BING FOOD THIS WEEK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize my binder and school papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well it&apos;s already 12 now, so I better get cracking on my list.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can make through this day without ED behaviors.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:55:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh  my MIA -bulimia</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;I haven&apos;t kept after what I have eaten these past 2 days because I have been in a horrible cycle of bulimia. Binging and purging, a lot, for those of you who aren&apos;t familiar.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t feel like writing down my binges, because they are just crazy. I should start just uploading pictures of my receipts. For now I&apos;ll just tell you that in the past 48 hours I have spent about 50 dollars on binge food and I went to Food Savers-grocery and Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been pretty bad and I want to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it&apos;s fucking hot in my room, it&apos;s only April 26 and it got up to 90 degrees today. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;I wanna get drunk, picture&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;I wanna get drunk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c269/longlostlo/100_1879-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;I&apos;m sick of it all.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend sucked&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:52:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Biginning.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;I have no idea why I actually decided to sign up for this. It&apos;s mainly because my head has been very conflicted lately.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to start writing down everything I eat. I have a feeling I eat way too much. But I don&apos;t even know anymore. My thoughts have been only on my body. My thoughts have been all disordered. I hope I don&apos;t come off as an idiot, but who cares I guess. I doubt people will actually want to read this. I just need to get some things out so I can process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;font&gt;I weighed myself today. I usually weigh myself completely naked, but I was in jeans and a T-shirt. According to my grand scale I am 125. That&apos;s kind of a limbo number for me. I always seem to hover around it. I guess that&apos;s a good thing. Sometimes I wish I was back to being as thin as I was before treatment though. But those are very selfish thoughts. I have come so far since then. I have learned a lot about myself. Why am I stil so messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the point of this, I need to see how much I have eaten today. I don&apos;t know if this will end up being very good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Peach Oatmeal (1 package)&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Go-Lean cereal (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;large apple&lt;br /&gt;whole wheat pita&lt;br /&gt;Garden Burger&lt;br /&gt;green salad&lt;br /&gt;sesame ginger dressing (2 TB)&lt;br /&gt;So far that is around 700 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I think this was good for me. I was thinking I had eaten so so much already today. I mean it&apos;s 7 at night, I&apos;ve only had 700 calories, and I have scared myself into thinking I have been a glutton all day. I always feel like a glutton. I think&amp;nbsp; I must be messed up for always feeling hungry. Well, I am hungry. But, it&apos;s ok to eat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see how many calories I need to be eating in a day. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.calorie-count.com/calories/calories-goal.php&lt;br /&gt;That website figured I should be eating 1900 to maintain my weight at my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how I am coming off right now. It&apos;s not really me. I&apos;m a silly, dorky girl, who knows how to use her intelligence. But this is all my eating disorder talking. I&apos;m trying to fight it. But some times I just give in and let it do all of the talking for me. Hopefully my true self will come out every now and then in these posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c269/longlostlo/l_16b8c5fd5213f36bfbb9ee33d9eb03f9.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m watching Cider House Rules right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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