Very bad day... so bad, I was sure I'd be fired.
Came home. Saw pizza on the counter. Grabbed two slices. Made wings.
I'm here feeling sorry for myself. I wish I could meet Tim but I'm still too fat. Why can't 20 pounds magically melt off?
I'm going to get out tonight, but it's going to be with a female friend. My hair is a mess. I'm sad.
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