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This is horrible. I don't think I am going to make it to Friday. Can you believe it is only Tuesday? I am so tired. And I have to take a shower tonight at 7 o'clock, which is in about 45 mintues, so I can watch American Idol at 8 o'clock. Oh gawd! I sound so... weird. Oh well! I guess I am a little weird. But not completely weird. Just... weird.

So I have been thinking.

Fat People.

Yes, I have been thinking about fat people, and how gross they are. I just don't get it. I asked my mom, "Mummy dear, are fat people born fat, or do they become fat over time?" and then she replied, "Daughter dear, fat people become fat over time." And then we laughed and drank tea and ate biscotti's [not really]. So, if that is true, how could you let yourself get like that? More, how could you let your child get like that? Because, obese people are usually like that their whole lives. And, as a very young child, they don't have much control over what they eat and do. It is their parent's responisbility. I told my mummy dear this too, and she told it was because they were probably poor and could not pay for good, healthy foods and could only get the nasty, cheapy, unhealthy foods.

Have they ever heard of food stamps?

I know we do not have much money, but my parents always get healthy food even if it more expensive. Maybe that's how I keep my figure so thin wink Ha ha... ha. No, that's not it. I just have a fast metabolism. But we are not talking about me! We are talking about fat people.

Do you know what the worst part about fat people is? Their clothes. Is it really that hard to make plus size clothing for the grossly huge people? In a small place in the back of my mind, I feel kind of bad for them. I mean, with such limited sources of clothing, and then seeing other people... oh gawd! Seeing other people so thin, and then you being so huge? That must be horrible. But oh well. That is their problem-o. No la mia. Es tuyo, you fatty!

If your name is Hope Elizabeth Ch*****t[i bleeped her last name out for her privacy, not yours, because I don't care about you], you are not a fatty. You are fabulously thin and a retard.

Just speaking the truth here.

Aye dios mio!

Did I spell that right?

Obviously, as you can see here, my written Spanish is no bueno. AHHH! I am sorry for all the horrible... wrong prepositions and what not. I can understand it perfect, but as for speaking and writing?

Mi pinchi gato es mejor que yo.

[yes, i had my mummy dear's help with that one.]