Cute. I NEED A FUCKING SCALE! I threw out my old one before I left Italy, because (1) I needed room to fit all my italian leather goodies, and (2) it was a piece of shit. But now I've been without a scale for almost a month and it's starting to give me anxiety.

Also, I'm on my second day of not eating. I don't know how long I want to go for... at least for a week? idk, the longest I've fasted I think is four days, barring a veggie binge and a bit of drunkbinge!pasta somewhere in the middle... I lost four pounds. So theoretically, if I don't binge drunk, and I go four seven days... I should lose at LEAST six pounds? That's not too much of a stretch. Maybe I'll celebrate by buying a scale and weighing myself-- that would keep me from getting depressed about the god-awful weight I must be clocking in now.

Also, tonight is the only night I have to worry about drunk bingeing since rush is this weekend... we're having a case-race sisterhood event with our rush groups tonight. I foresee myself blacking out; I am way too competitive and will probably try to finish as much beer as possible haha. Hopefully I can just come home and go to bed.... fuck having to walk through the kitchen to get to my room :(