I need a new suit

And not in a good way.

Crap.

I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad. I will not be mad.

I am building muscle. I am reshaping my body. I am not getting fat.

I just want to look good for my LA debut.

Good thing the boy-toy loves me just the way I am. And called me at 6am his time to tell me just that because he knew I was down.

And I actually believe him.

Sigh. 14 more days.