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The Visitor |
I Could Murder A mars Bar...
I am hungry beyond fucking belief. This whole dieting thing is not going well. It's becoming a tough decision between which pleasure I would rather have: the pleasure of carbohydrates, sugar overloads and grease, or the pleasure of not being asked when my fucking baby's due (as of now, my belly is in the '4 months' category, which isn't bad, considering a few months ago people thought my water was going to break).
It's not that I'm obese. Not at all. I just have a belly. The results of a British University Education, or at least their union. This belly has been the bane of my existence since it was first discovered. Doesn't help that I also have a concave chest which just emphasises the belly even more.
Hmmm... maybe I should upload a photo of the belly...
Either way, the true test is coming up: I'm about to leave the office, and I'll be passing by a newsagents, filled with yummy goodies... oh God help me...
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