Did someone say "train wreck"?

I love my life. I also love rum.

I got on the scale yesterday. I've lost six pounds! I'm so excited!

Yes, I know, its only six pounds... but that means I only have 24 left to shed. Fuck ya. Teeny tiny shorts, here I come!

I gotta buy myself some more tanning minutes (I'm very white), but I'm broke.

Went on a bit of a bender this weekend... Drank a bottle of wine, slept with a cute blonde boy, drank a 26 of Sailor Jerry's (mmmm rum), slept with a cute dark haired boy, did a bunch of coke... slept by myself. So I'm hurting for cash. And then Ex called me this morning, and asked to borrow $100. I'm weak, so I said yes.

And he thinks I'm a train wreck, but whatever. I happen to really like trains, anyway.