Happy July Or Whatever

I've been incredibly busy.  A new girl, named Virginia, is moving into one of the houses I manage.  On Tuesday. I AM UNPREPARED OH HOLY GOD FUUUUUUUUCK.

Plus, I live in a VERY touristy part of the world, so when shit like the Fourth of July happens, nine trillion people flock to my neck of the woods in an effort to have fun, which they apparently can't do wherever they live.  I'm not a genius or anything, but I think maybe they ought to move if they hate it where they live so bad.  It's not MY fault they live somewhere ugly and lame, I don't see why I should be punished for it...

*affixes "If it's tourist season, why can't we shoot the tourists?" bumper sticker to car, smokes a cigarette, loads assault rifle*

Bring it, fuckers.

(Clearly, I've lived in a beautiful place that tourists love for FAR too long.  I am homicidal three months a year, every year.)

The good news is I'm losing weight.  I'm now going to work harder at recording my food and being a non-loser when it comes to puking whenever I get a spare moment.  I'm not eating that much, I really don't need to be throwing up.  Ergh.