I'm not very good at being a fat girl. Yesterday I didn't eat for like, all day, because I got caught up in some research I was doing, and ended up crabby and low-blood-sugary and headachy and pukeriffic, and Sean got pissed at me and fed me steak just the way I like it -- nearly raw.
See, I guess if I'm going to be the stereotypical fat chick, I should be stuffing my face at every possible opportunity. I don't. I'm just sick -- six days and counting, of this particular IBS/arthritis flare-up, and I wanna die SOOOOO bad -- and lazy and sit in front of the computer too much.
Oh, and I've been reading Al's journal, and I want to stalk her. She is smart and sexy and she likes StrongBad.
That is all.
See, I guess if I'm going to be the stereotypical fat chick, I should be stuffing my face at every possible opportunity. I don't. I'm just sick -- six days and counting, of this particular IBS/arthritis flare-up, and I wanna die SOOOOO bad -- and lazy and sit in front of the computer too much.
Oh, and I've been reading Al's journal, and I want to stalk her. She is smart and sexy and she likes StrongBad.
That is all.