soon turned out to be a pain in the ass.

This motherfucker. OMG. Seriously. I don't even.

I had assumed boyfriend broke my scale because he said something about it once in passing and then my scale went on the fritz. 2 + 2 = fuckin broken scale, right? My logic was not wrong here.

Then, the other day, I was so desperate for a solution to my scale problems without having to buy another scale that I did a Google search and came up with the genius idea to remove the battery, leave it out for a while, and then put it back in. Let me fuckin' tell you... this battery is pretty much brand new. So imagine my surprise when I went to replace the battery in the scale and all of a sudden the digital screen is coming up blank. BLANK. I have been in agony for dayssss desperately standing on my scale praying in vain for the 0 to do its dance across the screen. I just needed to see my weight just once. JUST ONCE. It's been over a week since I've known with certainty where my weight has been and it's kind of hard to lose weight and maintain a weight loss blog WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WEIGH. *sigh*

Stupid fuckin Energizer rabbit. BRAND NEW BATTERY, OKAY? I promised I wouldn't buy myself a new scale until the semester ended (1 hour and 30 minutes left!) and I would only do it AFTER I traded my books in for Amazon credit. So no scale... but I need a scale. My desperation reached fever pitch today when I charged out of my apartment on a mission: to procure a new battery for my scale. I made sure to tell the guy at Radio Shack "NO ENERGIZER... please." And he obliged. $6.35 out of my pocket, brand new battery into my scale. Fair trade, non?

Today, after days upon days upon days of not weighing myself, I finally got a reading. Except... it happened right after lunch. So I'm going to disregard what it said (read: I don't like the number) and I'll try again tomorrow morning. After I've peed.

PS - Here's a little treat for you:

You can't be my friend if you don't appreciate the sheer awesomeness of a coked-out Debbie Harry. I'm not advocating for the use of illegal drugs, but for serious... Blondie in the 80s was pure genius.

Watch this video from start to finish and tell me that you don't feel like going for a run. TELL ME. You liar, you.

PPS - there is a stellar (STELLAR) moment in the video at 4:07. Your life is not complete until you've watched it ten times.