going out with my sis rocks. i pay a tiny fraction of whatever we eat (just because i feel bad and in a hurried attempt to haggle with my conscience i whip out whatever minimal compensation i can afford) and we always have happy feasts. and she has cards so i get discounts at shops. but it's hello fats, goodbye diet. at this rate, i will never say bye to my byebye arm fats. especially not after that 6 inch high chocolate cake with icecream for dessert. i'm not kidding. six fucking inches high and not a millimetre shorter.

how can i ever satisfy my word vomit tendencies in twitter? (pun intended)