My alarm went of at 5:30 a.m. today. I turned it off and rolled over. Two seconds later, my phone rang.
"Wake up, hey come on wake up," she was singing.
"I hate you."
"I hate you, too."
Then I got my ass out of bed and went to the gym. Because my best friend is rad, and because if someone is willing to wake up at 5:30 and dial your number to try to make you do something that's going to make you feel better, you should probably do it. Also, my best friend is kind of a bitch and wouldn't let me live it down if I lied to her.
Also, I only have like one pair of pants that fits anymore. (As my 15 year old niece would say, FML.)