Fuck you and your little dog too...
God dammit I want pizza. But I'm trying to die-t. I'm always trying to die-t. I even took out some shrimp to make a spicy shrimpy food thing. But I don't feel like cooking. Besides, nothing fills up the big black hole of negativity inside me like pizza. I can pack it in like so much paste, and forget how much I hate myself in the resulting food coma. Of course the 1-2 pounds I gain as a result will only make me hate myself even more. Joy. Boy could I use a cup of Instant Smile right now. It's the 21st century, why haven't we developed this yet??? (Sorry, antidepressants don't count)