Well, the holy trek to the Pink House bakery happened today. I really think that bakery was put there by Satan to haunt me. I love that place. I actually got to see a VAT of icing. YUMMY! Why can't I just be happy being fat? I mean to be thin I have to exercise like I'm training for the Olympics, eat like a fucking rabbit, refrain from drinking alcohol, and feel guilty when I do consume something good! It sucks!