I. Miss. Everything.

Can this just be over now, please? All of it? Isn't it time to go back to New York?

Oh, no, wait. This is my life now. I don't get to go back.

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I need to say it...I need to be graphic and unnecessary...

My boobs are out of control.

Like, seriously, seriously out of control. I've been losing weight EVERYWHERE else...but I'm pretty sure my boobs are getting bigger.

None of my bras fit me. My shirts all look obscene...

...seriously, it's interfering with my life.

I just slept through my entire shift of work and somehow, miraculously, didn't get fired. Seriously. I work 10-1 and I woke up at 12:58.

I'm never, ever going to complain about my job or my boss again.

I'm not having a great night.

I kind of can't wait to get the hell out of New York.

I'm just sad. And tired. And lonely. It's getting into that dangerous, depressed area.

I just can't find anything to look forward to.

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I've been keeping it semi-low key...but tomorrow (Saturday) is my last day at Rocky.

Yeah. So that's that.

I cheated on my diet tonight. Only a 200 calorie cheat, but a cheat all the same. I'm gonna put in an extra gym session tomorrow to make up for it, I think ( Read more... )

...only I don't have a job ( Read more... )

I've been getting serious anxiety attacks over the prospect of leaving NYC. They're so bad, that I haven't even brought myself to send my resume to ESPN, even though it's past the time I told them I'd sent it ( Read more... )