And when he lied it meant he loved me

Forgot to write about this yesterday, remember the guy my mum was dating who kicked her and let his son beat her up?

Yeah she's got back with him.

I spent about 40mins in the pub on Thursday night shouting at her about it.

Apparently he is going to phone me on Monday to 'explain himself'.

I am going to tear him to pieces, verbally.

I'm supposed to feel sorry for him or something because his son hit him over the head with a hammer and he needed 11 stitches.

I don't.

It serves him right.

Back to my own life,

I'm supposed to be going to this guy I know from home but who is at the same uni as me's party tonight in his flat down at the other campus.

All well and good but he has autism and for some reason always feels the need to take all his clothes off and do very mad dancing when he gets drunk.

He's a nice enough guy but I just don't think I can cope with him tonight, and I can't seem to persuade anyone sane to come with me.

I'll feel so guilty if I don't go but I might just pop in for an hour or so as I am super hungover.

I did technically stick to my four drinks rule last night, but one of the drinks happened to be an entire jug of cocktail. =/

Why can't alcohol just be calorie free?

Today I have eaten:

3 rice cakes with low fat cream cheese 123cals

and some weird foreign pasta in a mug thing I got from the corner shop at 150cals

which makes 273cals for the day.

I started obsessing over the size of my arms last night, the girl in front of me in the queue for the cloakroom was divinely thin. Her arms were absolutely gorgeously tiny. Mine seemed to spread out across the entire country compared to hers.

I want to cut bits of myself off.

I want my arms to be like this girls...

Wish me luck at this bloody party, I don't even want to drink tonight. Ergh.

xxx