Signs of Fatness
1. I seem to be wearing safety floats around my waist.
2. My cheeks look mump-y.
3. My first pair of jeans tore at the butt, and my second pair of jeans broke at the zip.
4. And the last official sign: The toilet seat seems to me to be a bit too narrow.
I went to watch "50 First Dates" today, which starred Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. It was very, very funny, a sort of Groundhog Day meets You've Got Mail kind of film. I went in thinking it was going to be corny, but I think the film stayed very true and very, very sweet. Everyone came out with "Aww" looks on their faces.
The bad thing about watching romantic comedies though (the last one I watched was Love Actually), is that you keep wishing you had someone to watch them with and to live them out with rather than having to watch them with groups of three to four people! Tonight's company was good, but two guys and a girl just aren't the same as one (uno, satu, ergudgoo, mogmog) sensitive, humourous, stunningly handsome, caring and er slightly goofy guy. I wish.
Though, my friends are all awesome people and I must be a doofus brain for thinking a hunk of meat could ever equal them. With the rate I'm expanding, though, a chunk of meat would be more appropriate, to match the size that I'd be 
And if you would like to know my weight secret: Merba's apple pie cookies are good. Buy them. Try them. Love them.
