Wednesday, 8 April 2015


      The fussy eater that I have grown up to be, I fit into my skinny jeans once again since the lent. Helloo sexy butt! But rather than joining in on my excitement everybody at home keep bombarding me all the time with sage words on how to fatten up and regain my lost healthy complexion which I never knew I had to begin with.

     I totally hate being tricked and bullied into doing something, but chech's promised me that all the guys are for sure going to turn me down coz of the sickly mess she claims I am beginning to look now... No offense to Phoebe, but I can't stand smelly cats, so aging into that old maid who lives in her smelly apartment with a dozen smelly cats is out of question. And if I am growing out of my skinny jeans I might as well do that in style. That's why against my better judgement I've decided on following up on fifty days of lent with fifty days of indulgence. So off I go, to cook me some real nice food and stuff my face with it.