cheesecake in my pocket

stress has an incredible talent- it can eat away at my nerves faster than i can write a ten page paper about two beat (using the term ambiguously cause they are lame as well as being written during that time) poems
and to compensate for the disintergration of my self, i decided it would be a great idea to put myself back together- bite by fatty bite.
cookies,ice cream, i found myself adding tons of whipped cream to everything
(i dont even like the shiz)- chex mix, pizza, subs,anything my dirty little appendages could scrape out of a wrapper or off of a plate to stuff my mouth with.
yesterday it started out pretty slow-
ate some eggs and toast and hashbrowns and about a liter of ketchup (mostly just to see the appalled look on my cutie's face) two drinks (as usual) no biggy.
after parting from my fair lad, i ran into the drugstore where i sexcitingly snagged(ok, purchased) a tin of danish butter cookies. i ate some
went back to campus, some soup and rice,not bad
ice cream-stale sprinkles. chocolate syrup. whipped cream
came home to eat a bag of sunchips (green bag of course)
more danish cookies
needed to wash it down with gatorade-
i see-
a styrofoam container
that's mine!
i was instantly reminded of my glorious idea the night before to steal three pieces of three different kinds of cake from work- chocolate-chocolate covered cheesecake- lemon cheesecake. i raped that shit
ok, i ate it
but they were resisting and i wasn't listening to their pleas of slowing down or at least to whisper to them first
today-
apples
more chips
tuna sandwhich
pink chicken
buttery veggies
and yes, i stuffed a cheesecake in my pocket to be consumed later
what has become of me?
fatass you may think
i could only be so lucky!
my ass is small and concave and even a week of stressing the fuck out and eating til my heart sexplodes will not plump the little fellow up.
i am even considering delaying my visit to the boo for a day so i can hit up that midnight breakfast. pure gluttony
i am thinking how glorious scooping up easy mac with chips would be- and the second half of my sandwich.
and am frowning because i don't have any more juice to drink. or beer.mmmm.
i'm not stopping til i have five chins