Bleurgh...
Feel ill.
Refuse to weigh self.
Ate two Red Baron microwave pizzas (pepperoni) for lunch.
After first, should have stopped. But was hungry and had no ice cream for dessert. So made second pizza.
Pants are tight.
Should loosen belt from fourth hole in to third in order to breathe.
Breathing is overrated.
At least had "normal" breakfast...
granola bar.
Really want to retch.
Not bulemic though.
Uuuuuuhhhhh...
Would probably be improper to lie down on floor under desk and take nap.
No one is around though...
hmmm.
G'night.
Refuse to weigh self.
Ate two Red Baron microwave pizzas (pepperoni) for lunch.
After first, should have stopped. But was hungry and had no ice cream for dessert. So made second pizza.
Pants are tight.
Should loosen belt from fourth hole in to third in order to breathe.
Breathing is overrated.
At least had "normal" breakfast...
granola bar.
Really want to retch.
Not bulemic though.
Uuuuuuhhhhh...
Would probably be improper to lie down on floor under desk and take nap.
No one is around though...
hmmm.
G'night.
posted by Tracy at 10:21 AM
3 Comments:
For those who aren't in the know:
hig = huge + big
And we were most definitely separated at birth... first the crush nicknames and now the ice cream for dinner?!!?
I'm not sure I have enough brain for one... much less two.
All that drinking... killed off brain cells. And they say the weaker ones die first anyway... but I must have kept drinking and killed off the somewhat intelligent ones too...
Wait, does that mean that I only have uber-intelligent cells left??
Yeah... no one else likes my diet blog anymore... : )
Alone... hee hee... wanna make out?
(that'll get the guys running over here)
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