I would also track down and viciously beat the living hell out of every one of my ex-boyfriends.
Then I would eat french fries smothered in pounds of cheese and gravy, deep-fried Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, a couple cheeseburgers, a porterhouse, go vomit it all back up, then eat some more.
Who needs a diet when you're about to die? :)
I would probably also drink as much booze as I could get my hands on and snort the most enormous rail of hoodly-hoo north of Colombia, because, hey, I'm about to die!
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.