I am fucking starving. Well, not really starving. Not starving children of Africa, haven't eaten in days kind of starving, I mean coming down from the addictive nature of sugar and carbohydrate comas and I'm staring at the tv and I just want to eat chocolate, ice cream and crackers kind of starving. I've … Continue reading Fat, starving orphans
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I know that sitting on the couch right now is a bad idea. It's 8.30pm and I know that sitting cross legged on the couch could possibly be the difference between being able to sit on the toilet in the morning and making it to the car. It hurts. Everything hurts and right now, it's … Continue reading Feedback
life in big frilly knickers 