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Today I threw a piece of strawberry cheesecake at David's head. There were pieces of graham cracker crust in his hair. I feel terrible. He wasn't mad at me. I think he knew he deserved it. He needs to stop calling me fat. "Oh look Kate's eating dessert again." "You might not recognize Kate next year when she weighs 800 pounds." Now I have known David since we were awkward nine year olds in the school band. We have always been friends and I understand his sense of humor. The problem is I don't need it while I'm eating. I love food. Do not ruin it for me.
On another topic entirely Sarucci's last night was incredible. Sitting Indian style made it more fun. Plus I love Indian food and friends. Maybe I shouldn't post my journal for school online. I bet I'm going to say things I don't want the world to know. Now I'm switching to Word. One moment please.