Nothing says diet like not being able to put on the trousers I bought last January. And I don’t think I can put the blame on them, because the fatigues that could accomadate two of my size now fit without a belt. The Gay Pride is in two months, so I have to hurry up if I want to look like a go-go dancer by then. Well, if I do, I won’t fit in my clothes either, but at least I won’t feel bad about it. Let’s eat up my box of chocolates in celebration—if I want to start a diet, I have to get read of all the candy I have, don’t I?
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