Entry 000031; 10.09.01

I think the last time i updated this was a couple of nights ago. Drooly came over Sunday night. For some reason i kept getting SO ANGRY at him. It was just frustrating to be around him. At points I had my hands clenched into fists and drawn back, willing myself not to blast his head off. I wonder if this is a side effect of letting myself get violent towards Bill. Perhaps this person underneath the masks just has a short, hot temper. I know it's not PMS, at least there is that.

Yesterday I went home to pick up some winter clothes. Nothing exciting there. I didn't get pulled over, which seems to be a fairly regular thing lately, and for that I was greatful.

Right now, my roomates are making HAMBURGERS COOKED IN BACON GREASE. It smells horrid. It makes my heart feel like it's covered in huge, life threatening fatty deposits just SMELLING it. If I end up having to do the dishes and clean the stove after this fiasco, I will be so disgusted. The smell is so bad I have to close my door. Oh...oh god...I feel a heart attack coming on by proxy....oh boy.

I can hear fragments of conversation...
the fact that the burger sounds like it's being deep friend...
OH MY GOD...
my how we.....fat...all...
...enough burger for you?

:::Vomits:::