Reason Number 25 for why I hate Kimmie Gibler: She’s a jackass. Case in point last Friday she declares (to anyone within hearing distance) that she can’t seem to lose these last ten pounds, eventhough she works out 5 to 6 days a week. That in and of itself is grounds for ripping her head off and throwing it into the newpaper presses. She’s fucking thin ok! Where is she trying to lose ten pounds from , her fucking head? So anyway, then she goes on to talk (at length) about how she’s going to go on the South Beach Diet this past weekend, but it really, really sucks ’cause she won’t be able to drink alcohol for the first two weeks! Oooh! Horrors of all horrors! And she’s not saying all of this stuff to me, she’s talking to my boss (who along with my other boss are the only people in the office right now who know that I’m having WLS) about it. She’s a fucking jackass.

So then today of course she has to talk about how she started the diet this weekend, didn’t drink and how she felt tired and blah, blah, blah. Fucking asshole, idiot. I can’t stand her. That’s probably the biggest pet peeve I have in the whole freaking world, is thin people complaining/whining about how they need to lose ten pounds. If/when I get to the point where I only have ten pounds left that I want to lose (please!) I will not be announcing it to the office, nor talking about it outloud, unless someone asks me specifically “hey how many pounds do you still want to lose?”, otherwise I’m not going to talk about it like a jackass in front of people, thin or not. ho, ho, ho and I’m not talking about Christmas.

My boss is great. Her boss is out on vacation till the 12th and so there’s only the two of us here left today, and she emailed me and said we should leave at 4 today, since the cat is away. yay! Very cool. I think I’m going to go home and start packing.

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