I like food. A lot. (Eating it, not cooking it.) Show me a cupcake and I will light up like it's Christmas and there's a pony under the tree just for me. I also have a very fast metabolism, which I figure I better take advantage of while it lasts.
This leads to people offering me food left and right--I am their personal barefoot in an undeveloped country on those TV commercials child.
I ate lunch half an hour ago. And now I'm being forced to work my way through five pieces of pizza.
Poor, poor me.
**Update: I am now eating someone else's Swedish Fish and have acquired a tin of Ouija mints. No joke, it's like magic.
(True: My stomach is all swollen right now. I have a food baby!)
Melody would like you to consider this.
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