I'M ON THE MOVE! FOOD SHOPPING DONE!

Just back in the door from food shopping! And having to have a long look at how I got BACK to this place in regards to my blood pressure and having to admit to myself that my frustration with MY LIVING SITUATION. Is a SHITTY REASON TO UNINTENTIONALLY KILL MYSELF! I haven't used the kitchen downstairs to cook anything because frankly I am tired of the bullshit with the Lousy Bitch that is ALLOWED TO LIVE HERE.

And while the Slumlord has ADMITTED THAT HE'S NOT GOING TO RENT ANYMORE TO WOMEN BECAUSE HE HAS ALWAYS HAD PROBLEMS WHEN HE'S RENTED TO THEM. The REALITY IS;
He HAS NOT BEEN RENTING TO WOMEN. He's been RENTING TO FUCKED UP FEMALES. And then NOT EVICTING THEM WHEN THEY SHOW THEMSELVES TO BE AS SUCH.

Since I've plotted a course to leave here, one of my biggest things has been AVOIDING the common living areas, with the kitchen being the biggest one where trouble always starts. HOWEVER!? I've been living off of fast food and take-out since I fucked up my toe 5 weeks ago. So for the last 5 weeks all I've been doing is eating anything that will allow me TO AVOID COOKING DOWNSTAIRS, ARGUING OVER WHY THE FUCK THIS BITCH NEEDS TO TAKE UP THE WHOLE GODDAMN REFRIGERATOR! WHILE EVERYONE ELSE CAN REMEMBER WE ONLY HAVE SECTIONS, EXCEPT FOR HER LAZY TRIFLING ASS!

Now?

All that typed.
Nothing to type about, because I fucked up;

I let my DISGUST get the better of me when I already know and knew.

I can't go around eating takeout for any extended amount of time.

So now I'm paying for it.

So I made sure to pick up stuff from the supermarket that I KNOW will help me GET MY BLOOD PRESSURE DOWN.

So with THAT TYPED!?

Lemme get cooking.