Where's my Whopper?
After getting peed on, hit in the face with a train, and kicked in the stomach... getting paid $20/hr for babysitting on New Years Eve rocked.... now, the money is le gone. I have an addiction.... it's not drugs, alcohol, maybe sex, but that doesn't cost me money... it's anything related to fashion. $200 for designer skinny jeans... a must. Few hundred for some killer shoes... Try prying me away from the TV while watching a runway show. Kinda pissed about this whole weight gaining process... time to put a stop to it... my ass just looks ridiculous in some of my clothes.