So my dj night got cancelled but I got a gig writing about the songs I dj with. Both happened on the same day, within like an hour of each other. It's like a cosmic, "Huh? Okayyyy..."
Do you need a new diet plan? Here's one: Get so fucking hot because it's so fucking goddamn hot out, so hot that you can't even think about eating, so you don't eat. After not eating all day, you hit this point where your body threatens to shut down dead-laptop-battery-stylee if you don't put food into it; instead of eating, walk around until you're just unbearably hot and sweaty. Then watch someone else eat a hot tamale. You'll never want to eat again. The flashbacks alone make me want to puke.