Waking up this morning with the following thoughts:
* I must devour a cake. An entire one. Do it. Mindless consumption. Brain empty. Cake. Yes.
* My stomach has knocked me out of sleep to be like "AWAKEN MY PIG, AND EMBRACE THE GLORY THAT IS YOUR APPETITE. KNOW THAT I AM YOUR STOMACH, THE ETERNAL DRIVE OF YOUR BODY. AND THAT YOU HAVE BEEN AWAKENED TO FEED ME."
* I'm gonna need to start taking regular pictures of this belly. For my own sake, and to show people how much she's grown.
* I need patrons of the fat arts.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need to go get some half and half to enjoy with some cookies.


















