it's true. it feels really shitty to break into a bag or box of sweets alone... but add a friend and VOILA instant comradery.
my mom always vents online about how she suffers through communal food in the workplace, and sure enough at my job there is pizza/pastries/candy/etc... every f ing day. which makes me think of that post going around Facebook with the Ethiopian kids up against the fat white chick on a supermarket sweep... sigh... #whitegirlproblems ::
either way, since starting this job I have had no pizza and none of the delicious North End pastries... not a one. and hence, even though I am not a skinny mini I still fit in summer clothes :D ::
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