I’d love to go on one of those carnival dates. Like, bumper cars, kissing at the top of a Ferris wheel, and having him win me a ridiculous giant stuffed animal.

I just hope I wouldn’t throw up after a spinny-ride. Because ever since 4th grade, I’ve had a bad habit of that. Cute, right?

Whenever I end up reaching my goal weight, I’m going to get my belly button pierced and buy VS Pink yoga pants.