Run this fat ass off, replace it with a lean, tan, muscular ass, get my shit together, get my courage up, get a job, go to California, and show him that he needs to want me like I want him.
Or, you know, I’ll just fucking imagine it and eat barbeque potato chips and ice cream while I sit my flabby ass in the corner of the couch doing absofuckinglutely nothing.
I. Piss. My. Self. The. Fuck. Off.