So I made it: cigarettes, water, Coke Zero, gum (watermelon flavour, strawberry flavour). Fasted faster fasted. My friends ate dinner in front of me: spicy pasta salad, bean salad, chickpea and barley salad, and for dessert; chocolate yogurt with choc-caramel-granola bar crumbled in... and gooseberries... and Vitamin Water. WTF. Vitamin Water. Psht. That shit is fruit juice equipped with a effective and evil marketing spin shrouding the caloric reality. I had: Coke Zero with ice and three cigarettes. Then we went to go watch a movie: walked past Mac Donalds, got enveloped in the salty and buttery smell of popcorn, let the images of Southern cooking (we watched The Help - yes - it is fantastic) wash over me (into me, through me). They shared a large Coke and a box of Smarties. I drank a bottle of water. I'm glad - so glad - I managed to show some self-control (even if only for one measly worthless day). My boobs are huge at the moment - thanx to the pill - which has completely fueled my love for the Victoria's Secret Angels. Usually they aren't really my thing; too voluptuous to inspire dieting and emaciation. But Rosie Huntington Whiteley. My God! She is ridiculously, terrifyingly hot!
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| Kinda scrawny, kinda bodacious, how she do that? |
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| Hot for Burberry |
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| Tiny thighs (monstrous eyebrows) |
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| Goddess tresses |
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| Ooh Lah Lah |
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| Real stomach. Fake fur. |
What do I want to eat for breakfast tomorrow: 200 cal oats? Do I? Do I want to eat at all? Should I eat at all?
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