Yeah so I'm still fat. I have become one of those women whose thighs rub away their pants. What the hell is going on with me? I feel like I'm a beached whale. I can't go on this way. On the real. It's unexceptable.

I'm at work and it's half way decent outside. It's been 4:30 pm for about 9 hours. I am ready to go. I have to go back to H&M again to return more shit that is too small for my big ass. I don't even recognize myself.

On the up side, I am no longer Queen Tampon. Now I can set up another torture, er, waxing appointment.

Had to click out for a minute cause The Man truly just walked up on me and it wouldn't have been cute for him to read Queen Tampon on my screen. I hate that shit. I feel like putting a doorbell on my cube so cats can announce themselves instead of just barging up into my space.

Aw come on! It's only 4:47! This is the longest. hour. evah!

I'm off to do more shit I don't want to do.



Later..........