strolling. shopping.

pizzas and parmesan knots and the occasional carbonara spaghetti after 11pm every night is making me gaining weight. like seriously.
== if i dont get a boyfriend blame those flours and doughs.
cus nobody's gonna want me. eeeekkk fats.
i guess i'll just have to marry a pizza.
BAHAHAH LOL :\
period.

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