That picture is totally how I imagine you in my mind, Tiffanys. Except I picture thinner thighs.
My gripe of the day is: getting the munchies while buzzed. I've been drinking steadily since mid-afternoon (currently finishing my 3rd Panic Attack, after a Sam Adams or two), and suddenly I could go for some fast food - a hamburger, or Taco Bell. Anything. But I am alone and too responsible to drive, so I will have to forage around the house instead.