November 14, 2002 | 11:25 PM

To the person who commented on my appearence and wrote in my guest book, sheesh you�re big

Yeah asshole, I am big. People come in all shapes and sizes. If that offends you, go choke on a popcicle stick. I�m sorry I didn�t achieve the romantic heights you might have imagined, but quite frankly I don�t give a fuck. If you think women are supposed to be 140 lbs. in order to be heroines than I feel sorry for you. I am not a size 6, nor will I ever be, nor do I want to be. If that offends you, go drop off a bridge. If you don�t think fat people can be cute, go drop off a bridge. People like you disgust me. I don�t give a flying fuck who you are�if you�re a size eight friend of the ex and feel the need to belittle me, so be it. If you�re a devoted fan of this diary who became disillusioned that its narrator isn�t Farah Fawcet, so be it.

Whoever you are, know that I�m laughing at you and find you utterly ridiculous, you stupid shallow little retard. I hope you enjoy your superiority complex and blow drying your hair at just the right angle. If you ever write me again please be advised I will find you, and if you leave a message to me shooting down or insulting all un-cute un-thin chicks, I will find you and I will drag your sorry name through the mud (especially since I can half way guess who you are, you little worm)

You disgust me and rest assured I�ll be grinning over your car crash,

Yours Truly,

Anna