weekend? fucking failfailfail. living at friend's house for the weekend, partying and dancing like the world is falling down. eating peanut butter(no, no, no ariana!), cookies, chips, ice cream, completely ignoring that i am in fact lactose intolerant. oh right, ariana, did you forget about that? you fucking fuck up. came home, sore, bloated, looking like i'm pregnant. i shit you not, i am not exaggerating.
this sickness isn't due to dairy, there's a bug going around our neighbourhood. in other words, my second family. and of course, i have to get it. always has been this way, always will be. so therefore, no calories have been ingested today. in fact, i'm probably negative with all the shit i threw up this morning. before the stomach acid.
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