Memoirs of a Fat Girl

I am borrowing my sister's computer since mine died. Belly up, six feet under, pushing up daisies. I have a week left of work before Christmas vacation, an article on adult acne due on monday, and tons of information on my dead computer that the asshole sony techies will very soon be privy to.

So I would write more than this, but my current state of induced panic is taking over.

Pray for me.