I'm a glutton for punishment.
I'm gluttonous.
There is gluten in my food.
Ok, the last one is just a retarded sentence. I realized I didn't have all that many uses for the word GLUTtON that are relative to my life right now, or period actually, so I got goofy.
I'm gluttonous cause I think of food. ALOT. Not just a little but probably in the same way that men think about sex. God, if only I thought of sex instead of food. I'd probably be a bean pole of a chica. Not only for the factor of less food going into the old pie hole but if I'm thinking of sex more, there might be more in my life. Just a theory. I may have to do a clinical trial on this theory *coughs politely into hand, clears throat*
I'm a gluton for punishment....oh, lord, for so many reasons. Could I really sum it up in just a short paragraph without having to get into the intracacies of my brain at 2 in the morning on a school night?
No, not really...
But it was a rather stupid question to begin with.
Night and thanks for all the cookies...
*see food, again*
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