Almost Liberated

Am very disappointed. Worked countless hours on cellulite, and still have large and fattish mummy thighs. Also noticed my stomach is getting doughy, over flowing muffin-like appearance. Have resolved to never look at unsightly flaws in awful fucking mirror again. Am getting depressed, will ask Jack to remove light globe in bathroom.

Summer is here, but without the sun. Am not sure I can handle a bleak and dark summer. Feel like curling into juicy fat ball and hibernating - Oh God, I can’t take this shitty weather anymore.

Due to artic summer, I shall have nothing decent to wear to Christmas dinner. Will most likely end up wearing warm comfortable granny ensemble. Which would be fine if Paul wasn’t hauling his sexy ass over – apparently he has something for me. Although, am only marginally excited about the something, as he still has life-sized slutty Barbie attached to his arm most days.

Can hardly expect anything special for me.