Grosse

I'm getting fat. Could be because Gramma's trying to stuff me like a turkey. Not that I don't like her, but I can't wait for her to leave so I can start eating healthy, on my own, without massive quantities of seconds being pushed at me every freaking day. No wonder I'm so fat, she gives me more than double what I usually eat, and being that it's Gramma, how can I disappoint her by not eating?
And no, it is not my imagination. There is definitely a spare tire around my middle that has never, in my entire freakin life, ever, ever existed! Darn you, Gramma! ARGH!
And now I'm going to go shove dessert down my throat. ARGH!