1. I am annoyed about trying to find the right outfit to wear to pick up my hub when he finally returns home. It alludes me.

2. That wonderfully beautiful dress, that was only 19.99 at TJMaxx today, is a cunt. Yes I said it. Honestly if I dropped down to my skinny ass high school weight that size “L” still wouldn’t have fit around my boney rib cage. As I fit into size 8-10 kids shirts back then, you dress, are indeed a cunt.

3. I want that dress to fit me.

4.  I forgot what 4 was.

5. My scale is a liar face liar pants. Though it is digital it likes to stay at certain weights. So I have to throw it off by only weighing one leg and THEN weighing myself.

6. Sometimes I feel like I gain weight from breathing. Or, my scale is an evil bitch. Or both.

7. Ugh whhhy didn’t that dress fit me or at least act like one day it could fit me so it could be my inspiration dress?