NYC Diary #35
MONDAY
9:24 a.m. First thing I think about after taking my Prep is how I let myself eat McDonald’s only once a year. And it’s always in Paris. My order is 20 chicken nuggets. Large fries. An Oreo Mcflurry & a large Diet Coke.
But I’m only allowed when it’s like 3am & I’m super drunk & I Uber eats it to my apartment I would like never eat it in public omg. It’s weird I’m thinking about this because since my break up I haven’t been eating a lot.
And it’s funny my doctor was like we are going to up your SSRI dosage and you might eat more and you also might have a hard time getting off & sweetie the exact opposite. I’m barely eating. I’m definitely having a lot of sex. I asked my friend if she thought I was a sex addict & she was like no lol.
9:11 p.m. My publicist & I go out to Casino then Onieals then Clando then some place we both can’t remember in the morning. She is so cool & amazing. I love her.
I get so fucked up but whatever. I actually feel alive. Or maybe it’s the anti depressants, the xanax, the wine, the 6 boys I have on rotation lol I don’t even have their numbers saved tbh. That’s what men deserve.