Friday, April 27, 2012


My coworkers are dieting. They are bitching about how hungry they get between their properly portioned lunches and breakfasts.

It’s making me feel this strange mix of “Bitches, please: I didn’t eat for 60 hours straight this week,” and “Bitches, please: uh, please forgive me for being a bitch and feeling all superior to your NORMAL BIOLOGICAL PROCESSES.” 


P.S. 124. Still fat.