Sugar Rush for the Day
Well, the holy trek to the Pink House bakery happened today. I really think that bakery was put there by Satan to haunt me. I love that place. I actually got to see a VAT of icing. YUMMY! Why can't I just be happy being fat? I mean to be thin I have to exercise like I'm training for the Olympics, eat like a fucking rabbit, refrain from drinking alcohol, and feel guilty when I do consume something good! It sucks!
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I'm with you on this. Life can be so cruel...as I watch all the skinny b*tches on Top Chef. Isn't the saying "never trust a skinny cook"? I guess that doesn't apply in TV land.
I'm with you on this. Life can be so cruel...as I watch all the skinny b*tches on Top Chef. Isn't the saying "never trust a skinny cook"? I guess that doesn't apply in TV land.
Of course as Crispy Critter pointed out to me, would I be happy buying fat girl clothes at Lane Bryant? Probably not, I don't have the boobs for it.
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