Another Reason I'm Burning In Hell.
So... My friend gets me up, outta bed, around twelve forty five. I throw on jeans, slippers, and a sweatshirt (was sleeping in this great black number from Frederick's). We go to Frontier, get some food, come back. K, kosher so far. On the way back, we're discussing the point at which we'll off ourselves - for him, it's when he loses sexual function. For me, it's about the same - but the joke is that I'll wake up one day, look in the mirror, say "Oh my god, 140, wtf!" and shoot myself. Obviously, this is a dramatization... So we're walking up to dorms and I'm laughing about how fat people (and I mean grossly obese... need to knock out walls to get in the hospital, etc) shouldn't have sex or be nude at any point... But I'm saying this, and laughing, rather loudly, as a portly young woman walks out. Oh my lord I'm a bad person. Aye.
But it's still funny.
But it's still funny.