Today is my birthday. Thirty-two.
As if that's not enough reason to want to be shot, here's more. My mom came up for my big day, and we went to lunch. So I ate. I ate a lot. Then I ate a cookie and a cupcake. Then I went out to eat Mexican with some friends tonight. Chips and cheese dip and rice and enchilada.
I think I am going to die.
Happy birthday to me. If I don't stop eating, there will be twice as much of me next year to celebrate.
I have got to get back to my points system.
Thirty-two. I am so not liking thirty-two.