Yeah that's right, I'm still prostrate with grief over a goddamn cat.  Ya wanna know why?  Because that cat towered over any other bloody useless human being I've ever met.

Allie couldn't go five minutes without me, nor I from him; that's a hard thing to lose.

You want to know the irony behind Amy Williams (aka The Talking Scale) and why she seems to loathe me to no end?  Lurking around this site at all hours of the night and tattling on me to the big wigs of ObesityHelp?

A year ago before I really knew her, I stood up for the useless bitch. Her debut on MTV's True Life was smeared by a nasty lil columnist from the New York Post.  It was full of blatant puns, lies and well incredibly unjust.

So I wrote a letter to the author, editor and New York Post. Yes other dowdy middle age housewives wrote their lil letters as well, but I believe you and I both know mine had the most impact.

Btw, I had emailed Amy Williams that day to give me a couple specifics about her condition; she never replied.  hahahahaha!  I'm such an idiot.