btw.

Dear God,

Life isn't very fair. Whoop-dee-freaking-doo.  DUH.  But then again, you gave me the dreams to prepare me, so maybe it's sort of, kind of, I don't know... halfway fair?  In the sense that at least you're giving me warnings, right?  At the risk of getting caught in my wallowing (which reminds me, I need some Gilmore Girls), can I just ask something?  What am I supposed to be learning here?  Another question - why don't you want me to be happy in the way that I want to be happy?  Why can't my life be an eighties movie?  Did I just answer my own question?

Love,

she who has already lost three pounds.