6 days of fasting and I’m already going through some sort of emotional rollercoaster ride (ms. periodic table hasn’t arrived yet ugh). During first day I was all smug going all “pffttt I’m not even hungry right now. 30 days? Psh easy peasy lemon squeezy”
Now. I’m. Just. Dying.
Hard. Hard. Lemon. Hard.
I think ms. PT is coming soon and you all girlies are familiar with the monster living inside your stomach 7-14 days before and during that time of the month. I THOUGHT HE’S CHAINED????
I’ve 0 energy to do chores and all that I’ve been doing since I woke up was watching buzzfeed videos on Youtube. Suddenly all of their food related videos that I usually meh-ed while clicking on Kardashian-Jenner’s related news looked interesting to me. There was this video where they try to eat goat’s intestine for the first time and my subconscious self went all “oh my God that looks so GOOD I WANT”
GOAT’S INTESTINE. PEOPLE.
S. M. H.
And then I’d go slightly sad because I’ve taken breakfast, lunch and hi-tea for granted all this time. Suddenly mad at myself for not finishing C.A. Mohammad’s freaking bomb a** delicious norbi 3 years ago. But then happy once again because we’re gonna have a childhood meal for iftar later on. aahhh~
Oh dear God, I’m sorry for being a miserable servant ever. Give me patience, please.
Just a bit please.
Ok maybe a lot.