I love that film so very much that for years I planned on naming my first-born daughter Madison.
I love that film so very much that for years I planned on naming my first-born daughter Madison.
I have a few from London.
I didn't see this post until yesterday, so I'm super sad that nobody will ever see this, but I thought it might entertain some of you.
I do this too, at least to start with. I don't have the patience to cut it into slices, but I have too much decorum to pick the whole thing up, roll it into a tube and eat it like a wrap, like I probably would if I had the option.
I find it oddly satisfying, like popping a spot.
Amen. Even if it's someone else's. So long as it's not obviously a pube.
Oh my god, this would be terrifying, I have an image of them weighing me before the buffet and after and charging for the difference...
I love this. Glad to see I'm not the only one with a strategy.
Woahwoahwoah, Wiig was so obviously not happy, hence that weird manic ongoing laughter.
No. And you're not alone.
I feel very much that my eating disorder is comparable to addiction. My partner is a recovering user and the language that we use to describe the urges to binge/purge or use are completely the same. I hasten to add that I have never had a substance addiction, but from the extensive amount that I have read regarding…
I've heard eating disorders described as a 'carer's illness', in so far as it gives people an escape but it' easy to keep hidden and doesn't necessarily affect your outward life in any noticeable way, so you can keep your shit together but have it for years and years.
I read that website every day. Also the flip side site, not always working, is really good too.
I get this every time I order a bottle of wine.
I take two ibuprofen.
I'M SO GLAD THIS IS NOW A PUB(l)IC THING. This is how I've been doing it forever. It's lovely and smooth but with the full bush, you just can't beat the loveliness off blow-drying your into a big welcoming fuzzpuff.
John Wayne Glazey, surely?
Hasn't she been married for like, years though?
And therein lies the rub.
Fuckin' CALLED IT, you psychic beauty you.