Dear Dairy (sic),
Tell me old friend, as I lie here on my bed, on my stomach, with my legs kicked up behind me, sporting a side ponytail and waterfall bangs, listening to Debbie Gibson...
Why does my life, like, totally suck????
I mean, I totally understand that life should challenge me. I get that like DJ Tanner got tickets to the Beach Boys.
But why oh why, on the week that I start Weight Watchers - AGAIN, FOR LIKE THE HUNDREDTH TIIIIIIIME - did a Dunkin Donuts have to open just a block from home?
I guess I need to change my path. Put it out of my mind. Or maybe, just maybe, I can go ONCE every few weekends, for a cup of coffee and an eggy crueller. I can handle that, right? It's just 3 points...
Oh cruellers, you are cruel. As cruel as those kids were to that fat girl on that one episode of Highway to Heaven.
Well, bye. I'm off to watch Dr. Quinn. I think she and Sully will make eye contact this week. Squeal!
So there's that,