The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The Good:
They're building a Chick-fil-a near my didactic therapitst's!!! This means that every week, after I drag myself there to drag out the inner crap of my soul, I can go to Chick-fil-a and get a Large Diet Lemonade, and make my life livable. For the unintitiated, Chick-fil-A is the In 'n' Out of the South. Only better. (Similar in quality, not in type of fair served. Chick-fil-a is Chicken Only.) Because it serves the best chicken nuggets in the USA, and the best lemonade EVER. Mega Peach-Bowl advertisement every December. Closed on Sundays. Crazy Cow commercials. Chick-fil-a rocks.
The Bad:
I live in Southern California. Please, oh Please!, don't hate me, native SoCalians, but . . . it's bad. (And it's also ugly). I mean, where else in America can you buy a tiny '60s era house that's Growing Mold inside of it and has redneck neighbors with an RV up on cinderblocks in their front yard, for $500,000+? Where else is Cheap Vodka on special at Albertson's for $9.99?? I mean, kids! At least in Texas you have to endure the Walk of Shame and go to the Cheap Liquor store to get such things which, lemme tell you!, will make you re-think your purchase! Traffic, schmaffic. I can deal with that. But these other things? The little things? That's what gets me.
The Ugly:
Well, you see, the ugly is easy. The ugly is me. I know, I know, I know. I'm not supposed to say things like that about myself. I'm not supposed to speak badly about me for any number of reasons. But let's look at the facts. The facts are: I'm 50 pounds over weight. 50 pounds!! That's, like, a kid! My ears stick out and are completely asymmetrical. My collar bones are drowning in fat. I have an icky mole on my back. Of course, that stuff's not really ugly. Undesirable, yes, but not really ugly. But you know what's ugly? A girl who shoves so much food down her throat in a vain attempt to smother her feelings that she wakes up in the morning too sick to get out of bed. A girl who does this every weekend, to be precise. A girl who has fantasies about slogging around in her own excrement and then grabbing some and smearing her face with shit. Yes, that's ugly. And don't try to tell me it's not.