Current mood:

irritated

→six.
Five kg, he says. Two more weeks, he says, in that stupid naggy, nasally voice of his.

Well I'm working on it. Does he realize how hard it is for a person with my highly coveted thin-but-curvy body type to lose that kind of weight in that kind of time? It's not as easy as it looks, you know.

God, jamming a finger down your throat is so awkward. I swear, if I lose a cup size because of this, I'm making him pay for my boob job.





Alright, that's it. Sakura, we're going to Bangkok.