#arseburnage

I remember scoffing at Jennifer Aniston's claims that she could no longer tolerate junk food - that her body was allergic to it in fact. I will now agree to some extent because I just spent the majority of this morning on the crapper. And while I finally don't feel so bloated, my arse burns with the fire of the raging sun/a woman scorned.

My flatmate returned from the UK (and brought me back the coolest t-shirt of all time) and drove back down with his mother, who is honestly such a talented chef. Anyway, his return meant that we had a get together at the flat and I ate so much because I love his mother's cooking. Sooooo much. And L. brought his famed banoffee pie (which was delicious), which meant more scoffing of food.  

Which is why I am detoxing because if you did an x-ray, loops of bowel would be dilated. Except, dilated bowel = bowel obstruction and clearly, my bowels are not obstructed given the performance they gave this morning. But you get the gist.