Dear world,

Dear Vegas, You might be my first love, and while I always leave you in far worse shape than I arrive, I can't quit you and we'll be reunited again 2 weeks from today. Brace yourself.Dear ToneItUp, We've got 14 days to slim this body down.  Let's do work and make it happen because the amount of drunk I have to currently be to be seen in a bathing suit is not healthy or attractive.Truth.Dear Magic Mike, Saw you. Loved you. Will own you when you're available. Dear John, Sorry for my obsession with Channing Tatum.  I love you and you will always be my only male stripper.Hey-ohhhh!Dear Household Chores, I despise you. Why are you so needy? Dear Real World: St. Thomas, I have realized that I am now older than anyone on the cast of the Real World.  This makes me sick. You know you're old when: MTV is no longer relavent. Thank God for Bravo and The Real Housewives of Anything.Dear Sarah (Me): Okay, so you're going to Vegas in 2 weeks.  I know you love chips, ranch dressing, and that entire tub of fun-fetti dip that you made for the Fourth. Will power, sister! You can do this for 2 weeks. 14 days. Then you can celebrate in Vegas with yummy treats!Dear Readers (YOU!): Sorry for the lack of posts this week! Zero motivation.  Stick with me... I always have something to say :)