I watched a portion of The Biggest Loser.
There was one person I didn't want to win.
I call her nasty names.
Because I can.
For example, tonight she was skanky whore bitch.
For any who can't figure it out, the one I didn't want to win is the one who sacrificed her much larger, far unhappier, daughter, for her own good.
That ticked me off much more than I can even begin to tell you.
I'm not one to want to hear the end of a show or book before I get to it myself, thank you very much, but this one? I told Cassie just to tell me if it was her, because then I wouldn't waste my time watching it.
That's just how it is.
And it's not even just a little bit because I wanted Mike to win. Or because he was so deserving.
Okay. Well, maybe it is. A little bit.
But she's still a selfish hag!