Thursday, 30 June 2011

You fat fuck

After I was late into work, breakfast consisted of chocolate and Coke from the vending machine, lunch was chips and chicken curry from the chippy and supper was shredded chicken in honey and garlic sauce from the Chinese. Not counting about 2.5 litres of Coke.

Critical mass has been reached after someone pointed out my stomach. Enough.

Work not helping. Dreaming about it, stress and poor diet has made my face erupt.

Argh.

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