A few days ago, my mother asked me what I actually need to finish a diet and maybe finally lose some weight? I told her I need a reward in the end, something like a 25 year old boy, with a screaming asshole and a dick worth paying for!
Somehow I don`t think she actually care about my weight anymore, since we now goanna have a talk about my inheritance. I should have done the diet. Shit; I`m going poor and I`m still fat! Everything would have been so much better if I just stopped eating?
I`m not one of those people who proclaims that I`m beautiful as big, that I love my man-boobs and embrace cholesterol. My knees are killing me and I sweat like a pig during the summer. During the winter also, unfortunately. It`s heavy, but I`m just to lasy to diet. I’m very happy, thought. If that means anything?
I`m lying. I`m not really happy. I hate everything, but that`s not because I`m fat. My body just irritates me. It’s life that pisses me off!
Botta Pedersen
Hmmm…Savner den norske Bøtta jeg:-)
Jeg også..
Ditto!
Hvordan står det til med deg, kjære?
Styrer på med eksamen. Sliten. Drittlei
Huffda..
Det er alltid kjipt mens det står på, men etterpå er det jo ganske deilig da. Jeg heier på deg! 