Fat Girl Rambles

I hate to sound like the dyke Jeff Foxworthy but you know you're a fat girl when you're sitting on the toilet in the process of taking a huge poop and you find yourself seriously thinking, "It's very possible I could die of a heart attack sitting here. Man that would suck."

I've already spoken in here about my fatness and blah blabbity blah. I don't really want sympathy about it because that's fucking retarded as I'm the one eating marshmallow flavored popcorn. I honestly just feel like talking about it right now because that's what I fucking do in life. I talk. There's very little I'm good at besides talking. Mostly because for some reason that tiny part of the brain that censors you and keeps you from discussing embarrassing, fucked up, or plain stupid moments/emotions/ideas is broken for me. I have no gag reflex with talking and I have no idea why. It's goddamn weird.

Sometimes I get tired sitting. Isn't that fucked up? What else? Hmmm. I just realized the more I talk about in here the more I risk the chance of that random chick emailing me again. During that std inducing MeMe thing Pern was responsible for where I had to list six things most people wouldn't know about me I revealed I have zero sex drive and some chick emailed me saying that's because of these weight issues and how if I have no sex drive when I DO have sex my orgasms aren't at full orgasmic capacity or some shit. I think she was a female viagra dealer though. Why else would she fucking email a complete stranger about this shit?

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