If the littlest things bring you down, how happy are you really? We got our pay checks today, and since we weren't working in the beginning of October, I got 130€ less than I was expecting. It's just such bad timing, it'll be Christmas soon, and I have tons of boring stuff that I need to buy (it's cold, I need some warming clothes, my eye lash curler is broke, my skin is constantly dry and in need of moisture). I get sad because of the always so troubling fact that everything that is yummy also makes you fat, I don't want to be chubby, but I don't want to live a life without chocolate (or ice cream, or pastries, or puddings, or milkshakes, or Starbucks frappucinos) either. I guess bulimia was the solution to all my problems, wasn't it?
I'm a bit home sick too, or, VERY home sick. And sadly, the things I miss the most are the things you eat. I want glögg, julmust, saffron buns, macaroons in a variety of flavours, chocolate pralines, exotic snacks, licorice, plockgodis, Estrella rings, Swedish cinnamon buns. I'm such a fat girl on the inside.