I’m not a hippie. Seriously.

And, random gripe – that store rice milk is sickeningly sweet. Good thing I got some Rice Dream as well.

Not pictured: a few bottles of caffeine free diet coke.

Jackie Warner would approve of my grocery list, but the source of my lady lumps isn’t my fridge, but rather my nasty drive-thru habit. I’m the mayor of too many McDonald’s on foursquare, and I’m not even that religious about checking in.

I have resolved to end my drive-thru relationship many times, and yet I’m still on the junk food like Ke$ha at an autotune party. Terrible. It ends today! This is resolve damn it! No more junk until…Halloween?

That’s totally do-able! Where’s Brandon?

Does it count if I walk inside?