I had a small bowl of chicken salad, a bar of Dimes, a small packet of Flying Saucers (am I the only one who bites at a saucer, tosses powdered sherbet in my mouth and discards the wafer?) and a packet of mini eggs.
After supper (that supper being a real supper - meaning, something cooked by my own hand from scratch)
I must resist this urgh to run to toilet, this desire to see them with mine own eyes once again. Must not be bulimic, must not be bulimic...
Actually, I won't be staring at my own blubber with sad, sad eyes if I just stopped being a vegetating organic mass and start exercising. I know that, damn your eyes!
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o.O Ga?
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