the pot calling the kettle.....

So I see this lady in my neighborhood walking ALL DAY LONG!!! No water or liquids with her. Especially in the summer. She is a stick. I "lovingly" call her anorexic lady. I have often wondered if she eats anything, since her bones stick out all over her body. (That's why she is a stick.) My question was answered this morning at the bus stop when she was smoking a cigarette and drinking a 24oz sugar free Rock Star. My heart fell and I thought, poor lady. She has serious problems. On the way home, I realized....Uh, so the bulimic lady is telling the anorexic lady that she has problems? WOW......

Speaking of problems, I suffer from panic anxiety disorder. Poor Karl, I freak out every time he leaves the house. I swear he isn't going to come back. I go into such a panic that I have to binge and purge. So my psychiatrist put a name on it, now lets work on the issue. Im so impatient. My dad has the patience of Job. I have the patience of like a minute. My father apparently was so patient, that he forgot to include patience in my DNA.