I’m kind of a smartish fat girl.
I know when I eat something that’s bad for me, that it’s bad for me. I don’t need the person selling it to me it’s bad for me.
But I guess it’s a compulsion for some people.
Go read about it at Aiming Low.
(If I don’t show I’m pulling my weight around over at AL, the boss lady may send me to work at some other happy-happy joy-joy co-op blog, and who wants that? So, go read. Now. And comment. I’ll rub up on you hard.)
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