i feel the pain, feel no shame.

PMS made me clean out a pint of Ben & Jerry's last night. Well, it was only 3/4 (someone had already eaten some of it). Add to my level of shame: it wasn't even my ice cream. My friend who watched my apartment while I was on vacation left that ice cream behind. I have been promising to bring it to her all week, and instead I ate it in a moment of weakness.

So, not only am I in debt 700 calories, but I've lost out on $5 and at least 20 minutes of time having to replace the stupid pint of stupid ice cream.

You know who doesn't have these problems? BOYS. Because boys don't have crazy hormones and aren't affected by sugar. I hate my second X chromosome today.

I was thinking I could take a day off from the gym, and then I remembered there's only six months until I return to Las Vegas. That's 180 days' time to exercise myself into a shape that won't embarrass me when I have to share a room with this:

She's 44. Three kids. Worth half a billion dollars. LOOK AT THOSE LEGS.
Fuck, I hate her.