I am not facing a moral delimma as to how severely corrupt I really am, though not to the extent of my sisters. The Beauty Queen is questioning her inner-character since she has a new revulsion to dating ugly guys. She is thinking of rewriting The Sister Code to include a bit about not guilt tripping one another into dating people because you feel sorry for them.

Though, she should be feeling serious pangs in her concience since she promised herself AND ME to a BLIND DATE over Valentine's Day. I am all for blind dates. I mean, I can handle them, but ON VALENTINE'S DAY? That not only signifies that you are a LOSER and PATHETIC, but it is WAVING IT IN THE FACE OF SOCIETY.

Ignore that last bit. Not sure how that really works out.

Actually, I don't think it will be that bad, because, if things get ugly, we can simply shoot them and chuck them in the river. Something that is on my List Of Things To Do Before I Die.

Now that I have talked myself into oblivion, I have temporarily forgotten what my soul was being held in perilous danger of hellfire for. Think. Think.

NOW I REMEMBER. The X-Boyfriend who called out of the blue and drunkenly propsed at Christmas, also called, out of the blue, about two weeks ago, to inform me that he had a girlfriend. CONGRATULATIONS! THIS IS THE SOUND OF ME CARING.

This is the person that was obsessed with fitness and calories. I seriously could not eat in front of him, and I am not a girl who is easily hindered from my food. It was reported to me, from a rather reliable source who saw the couple together, that she is rather, well, plump. Is that terribly wicked of me to be so delighted?

I don't think I would care quite so much if there had not been so many UNWANTED PHONE CALLS.



Well, for today, I shall indulge in my carnal desire to delight. Like eating a whole box of chocolates BY MYSELF.