December 23, 2001 :: 5:43 p.m.
holiday fatness
I'm developing a personal vendetta against the holidays. Not just christmas, either - all of them. Sure, you get presents and candy and flowers and fun things, but you know what else you get?
Fat. At least, that's what I'm getting. The last thing I wanted for christmas is more fat, and yet I've been getting it in droves. Early, even! You'd think Santa could wait until the 25th to hit me with it, but no. He just has to be generous, doesn't he? Fucker. Go back to the North Pole and take your all cookies/cakes/candies/yummy things with you.
Hrmph.
It's my fault, really. I made lasagna today. It's gooey and cheesy and way too good. I put cloves in the ricotta mixture, which is interesting, but I don't think I'd do it again. It's not a flavor that belongs in lasagna. Unfortunately, that won't keep me from eating it. Why do I do this to myself? There's enough junk in this house to fatten up an entire nation of starving orphans, and I made half of it. I tell myself it's for the holidays, to take to the christmas gathering - for other people to eat. But oh, I know the truth. I think we all know the truth.
I feel ill. Too much food makes me a super-sick-lemon. My jeans are beginning to remind me of sausage casings. This cannot continue.
Maybe my parents will come home and eat all of the lasagna. *crosses fingers* Please, for the love of god and my stomach, please come home and eat it all.
back & forth
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