Refugee Camp

Once I told my friend that I might return a pair of jeans because I thought they made me look fat. Her response? "You can't look fat in anything. You eat like a refugee."

Today I ate 8 pieces of toast with butter and strawberry jam and two pieces of pineapple.

I'm glad she said I ate like a refugee and not that I was anorexic. Because, truthfully, I'm not. I am just that lazy. I'm too lazy to cook and too lazy to drive out of my way for food or even walk down my block where there are a few fast food restaraunts. My stomach's not growling so I think I'm set for the day anyway.