You know what makes me a sobbing, writhing mess, week after week? The Biggest Loser. Seriously. I cannot watch it without tearing up and usually losing my shit at least twice. Last night was no exception. I would totally be on that show. And I would be one of those lame girls that loves EVERYBODY and never wants to vote anyone off. Who wouldn’t want that kind of support around you, 24 hours a day?
And for some reason, for that two hours the show is on, I get uber motivated. I eat yogurt. And a Lean Cuisine frozen dinner. And I’ll do sit-ups. Like that two hours is gonna make up for the other 22 hours where I barely got dressed and spent the day exerting myself.. making bottles.
Anyway, I leave you with this:
Bryan: You have glitter on your face.
Me: Well, get it.
Bryan: It’s just one.. why is glitter both singular and plural?
Me: I don’t know. It’s like “geese”.