I didn't even like dreamgirls.

Did I mention that my mom sent me this giant poster of Jennifer Hudson in the mail?


(Excuse my camera-phone quality)

She said her Weight Watchers leader gave it to her for free because she was so amused by my imaginary ongoing conversations with J-Hud.
--For example, if I have a bad day and I find myself gorging on a burger, fries and a shake I might say "I'm sorry Jennifer! I've wronged you!" etc--

So now it hangs on my wall empowering me to lose weight and become the next American Idol. The usual. You know.