irina

For the first time in my entire life, I am officially on a diet. I started it yesterday. So why has the Mister Softee truck driven by my house like 10 times since then? Because apparently there is a God, and his sense of humor is quite similar to my own. Except that I'm usually not the butt of my jokes. Alas.

ADDENDUM, courtesy of my friend Ken:

"You know, people are really fucked up about sex...
But they're twice as fucked up about food.
Both are good things and a healthy relationship with either will give anyone a leg up on happiness."