Being a Stalker and Diets

Hi, my name is Brenda and... I'm a chocoholic. Sometimes, I'm so darn pathetic. Sometimes. So, my mom bought this piece of heaven at some store. She bought a Triple Chocolate Cake. We were celebrating some good grade of mine. I think. Or someone's birthday. Anyways, who cares, right? Free cake, gobble, gobble. Gobble. So, then, my mom left to run some errands, I'm not entirely sure what they were, but, she probably went and did whatever mom do. Point is, she left me alone with a piece of heaven AKA Triple Chocolate Cake.

Let's just say. By the time she was back. There was no cake. Wait, before you start judging me, I have to explain. We have ALL been there were we like someone and we kinda, uh, stalk them. Is that just me? Nah, nah, nah. It can't be. Well, anyways, so, while I was waiting pathetically and sadly by the stupid phone for him to call me, I started eating cake. And I also kinda watched the first two season's of Grey's Anatomy. See? Pathetic. But, we have ALL done it. I think. So, at the end of day he never called and I finished the cake. Yay me. Oh, and I helped him get a girlfriend. So, now he has a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure I gained five pounds...

Lesson Learned? Yes. Lesson Number Two: Stalking is bad.

Lesson Number three: Guys suck.

Goodbye now...I think I'll go run and then eat another cake. Cake and tea. Cake = every bit is like a hug. Tea = it's like a hug in a cup. :)