Fuck i feel fat, and it’s the most horrid feeling ever. I’m bloated, pudgey, my thighs should be rotating around a spit roast, and my belly should be made fun of by hot blond skinny girls. Ugh!! I weep. It’s almost nearly my time of the month, and the waiting for ‘it’ to arrive is a bitch. Now, i know God is a man, or infact a queeny gay man, who wants all girls to suffer, so before they actually get their monthly bloodied out pour, he makes us FAT for one whole week, so we look like shit too. I mean it would be okay, if my job was doughnut eating truck driver, or susie-anne who works behind a giant desk. But my flipping job is ‘take all your clothes off, hold ya boobs and smile,’ so putting on that extra bit of end of month’ ooh laa,’ is tragic!! UGH!! UGH!! UGH!!! It’s so hard to stay skinny in Yorkshire, where there’s and array of starchy delights, and grubby hungry asian girls, ready to feast upon it’s fruits!! FUCK!! Before i go back to LA, i have seriously got to get my fat ass on a ‘skinny bitch’ diet!! I’m wearing these baggy pants that i never could fit into before, yet now they’re all filled out and full!! UGH!!! This sucks!! I need to get my period and be done!!