If only I had a dollar for everytime Whitney (from ANTM Cycle 10) mention “plus size models” and how she’s doing obese girls across America a big fat favor, I could buy enough food to fatten up the starving children who look more like they could use the damn calories.
Bite me.
I’m growing fatter by the minute. It’s refreshingly humiliating.
Why do certain colleagues of mine like to knock my desk every time they walk past? Did someone die here before? Because if this goes on, someone might.
Okay, I think I need you now.
Once again, I’ve allowed everything and everyone I’ve come to know and love be yanked into this fervent scramble for air. I think you know that version of me, better than anyone else.
Yes, I think I need you now.
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