cravings
last night i moaned and complained on the couch as food commercials sparked in me intense cravings.
every single food commercial.
pizza, pizza pockets, pizza rolls, pizza on a bagle, bottomless breadsticks, orange juice, tomato soup, the other white meat, milk, cheese in a can, and everything in between.
it was either my body telling me to get some food into my starving sick body, or its telling me that im pregnant.
with triplets.
the latter cannot be true because i nearly ran screaming from a plate of rotisserie style chicken floating in its own fat.
a pregnant woman would stick a straw into that bowl of fat and slurp up the best part.
oh, good lord. that is disgusting.
16 MAR
2004
2004
1 Love Notes
damn. don't eeeever get pregnant.
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