E is sitting across from the table from me in the dining hall. Art history just got out and we decided to go get some (disgusting high-calorie) food. Being a vegetarian doesn't really help my cause to get my fatass skinny, but apparently I like to stuff my face lately.

E is going on about this asshole who she used to date. "He says he wants to still date, but he keeps blowing me off. I don't get it..." She continued on about him, but I started floating off into space, thinking about purging the grotesque little morsels I was putting into my mouth. Greasy french fries, cereal, steamed vegetables...I want it all gone.

We're going to the gym now. I'll purge it through exercise and again afterwards. I have a special date with the toilet and the treadmill.