I'm going to take this opportunity to give you all a rare glimpse into my most intimate evening rituals. You might call them guilty pleasures if I had any remorse whatsoever. But let's just say they're things that might make other people feel embarrassment on my behalf.

First, a little Pizza Hut to start the evening, because after a hard day of blogging, the only thing that can satisfy my hunger is a thick pie of processed white flour and factory cheese drenched in margarine and hydrogenated soybean oil. But I feel no guilt. If it's good enough for Gorbachev, it's good enough for me:

Once the pizza arrives, I settle down for a relaxing viewing of my Showgirls VIP Edition DVD (a gift from !! omg blog !! super-reader Josh Y.), which only gets better every time I watch.

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Then it's time to hit "da club"! I only go dancing in curvy, older woman drag, because in the immortal words of Nomi Malone, "I like having nice tits." This is a photo of me dressed as Karen (one of the Bowling Moms from Amazing Race Season 5), dancing it up vigorously (notice the sweat stains).

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All that dancing might wipe me out, but before I go to bed, it's not a complete day in my life without a delicious can of Pillsbury Cinnamon Buns (not Grands, the regular sized ones), which I will enjoy in its entirety. Yes, that's eight cinnamon buns. If that doesn't make you want to give me the thumbs up, then you are a cruel person.

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Yum yum yum... Vote for me!! xoxo F

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