i miss home like crap. and i miss the freedom of the outside world more than anything. and honestly, i mean this big time, that i would give anything in my power (or whatever that's left in my purse, if it's not enough i could always check out my bank account) to get even just one bite of mcd's quater pounder. even when it's got more calories that i could ever work out to get rid of, that would be better than shedding my pounds off from eating those meals they feed us at the dm. im coming home as a zombie.
