Still closer and closer to uppity skeleton whore sized. I've lost down to 345 now.
However I've had to kick puppies and shout at little kids to deal with the hostility I feel. I better ask the doctor for xanax because with my diet related mood swings I'm liable to deliberately run over skeleton whores with my Rascal. Just like I did my cat, poor George Clooney.
It's his fault, he refused to get out the way of my Rascal the moment the microwave dinged it was done with my dietetic dinner. The apartment complex would not let me bury him in the courtyard so I had to peel his flatten body off the linoleum, wrap him in a green plastic garbage bag. I stuck him in the freezer for now till I figure out what to do with. I just hope I forget and accidentally fish his hair carcass out of the freezer thinking it's rabbit.
When I get down to 300 or under I'm going to have to start an exercise program. I'm considering what L Anne did, put a personal ad on the escort pages and get guys to pay to have sex with me. That way I can make some moolah while I'm working out. My Fashion Bug credit card account is getting too high and I gotta find a way to pay it off. SSI check doesn't stretch far enough and Fashion Bug doesn't take food stamps as payment.
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