my valentines present is 15 pounds

i need to lose weight. and i never thought id say that... but this whole office thing + food addiction is making me not recognize myself. i look like one of those malnurished etheopians with a swelled stomach. even my parents say so. i was proud of it for a while now its just sort of hard to breathe and its not like i like food less. im eating chocolate as i type this. im also too much of a pleasure seaker to lose the weight. hmmm. crack, yes lots and lots of crack. fuck it i have a tummy. fuck.
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I'm in the exactly same situation as you. Including the fact that I have a brownie mix bowl liked clean sitting next to me. We should be gym buddies or something
the full moon makes me really hungry + i call your mom's house like 420 times a week and leave messages for you but i never get a callback! i feel like the ugly guy who met you at a party who somehow got your number but who's calls are ignored... haha. ummm i have to work fuckin from 12-7 tomorrow (v-day! WTF?) so we should mos def hang out afta that time.. that would be rad. call me biatch.