I'm the last one to talk ... but I beg of you, baby.
You gettin' a lil' thick wit it. Slow the roll on the Frappacinos. Walk more. I know most of your favorite hobbies (see: reading) involves sitting, but start enjoying your Chaucer on tape while rollerblading or SOMETHING. Take up really acrobatic, athletic sex (although, you really don't look like that much of a freak to me. You look like you like to spoon.)
Just ... just ... put down the Starbucks. Don't do this to me. You're getting all "Alec Baldwin" on me.
Right now, you don't look that bad. You're still hot. But you're starting to get Vince Vaughn's head bloat. Remember when Vince looked a thin and sexy and creepy hot in that unnecessary "Psycho" remake? And you're all I have left on "Prison Break" now that it's completely gone AWOL. I need you to be "pretty!"
And would someone just KILL Michael Rappaort's character already? Sheesh!