the other day i got a phone call from a friend of mine. for the purposes of this post i will call her jane.* now jane and i have been friends for a while now and i have helped her out of many situations that most people would call precarious, but not jane, to her they are just kind of normal. but that is not what this post is about, i am getting off topic. she called me the other day freaking out, literally in state of panic. now as we spoke i asked myself what could be so wrong that she called me in such a panic...honestly i was a bit concerned. so needless to say i asked her what was wrong...that my friends was my first and really only mistake.
Her response to my concern was that she had gained some weight...stupidly i asked how much...now i ask you intellegent people to guess the amount of weight that led to such a drastic reaction....
come on guess....
20 pounds? NO
30 pounds? NO
50 pounds? NO * by the way these are all reasonable responses... but the answer my friends is...drumroll please...
THREE POUNDS
it took all of me not to hang up the phone...
i talked to her until i couldn't deal with it anymore...which was about 2 mins...what i really wanted to say the whole time was "go fuck yourself." so jane* through this post on my blog for the whole internet to read i say....
GO FUCK YOURSELF AND YOUR THREE POUNDS
i feel much better now.....sigh
xo rachie
