Mar 08, 2006 07:31
I don't understand how time just becomes 7 AM.
I need this week like I need a hole in my head.
Late-night diners make shitty food.
And put shitty 80s pop songs in your head.
And devour your wallet.
None of which accomplishes anything.
But I'm interested in losing 500 pounds.
And you need to stop dating me through your friends.
It would make things a whole lot smoother.
And involve less cleavage.
I can't.
It's a damn good thing I'm destined to be famous.
Otherwise this would be terrible.
Terrible,
Lalitha