Upon facebook-reading, I am scanning the list of current birthdays for the names of people I actually intend to acknowledge as far as their survival of another year, and I discover this girl who I've known forever and she's not really that nice and her mom makes me cry and so I was going to either take great pleasure in being gracious and acknowledging her birthday OR take what would probably have been great and therefore more costly pleasure in studiously ignoring her continued existence in the world as we know it.
In order to make my choice, I must naturally consider the evidence. Click. Profile. Profile picture: alarming. Click, photos. Alarm escalates.
This girl who has always been my fat pseudo friend - yes, the fat one - is now skinnier than I am. Because of movements on both ends of the scale.
I am never eating again, and I am DEFINITELY not saying happy birthday to the b.
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