I was reading about Silverchair's Daniel Johns today and the fact that his anorexia caused him to drop to about fifty kilograms at his nadir.
My reaction was:
"Fifty kilograms? I only weigh fifty-seven kilograms!"
I was more alarmed by the fact that he was scared that all apples contained razorblades, frankly.
Am I missing something?
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what i remember of him some years (aboot 3) back, he resembled one of those puppets from the Corpse Bride.
thin, gangly body and a huuge head.
Bah. Bah. I weight seventy five. Go eat a cheesecake or something.
And counting, if those pictures of yours are any indication.
It's the genetic predisposition towards food, I tell you. I, on the other hand, happily skipped lunch yesterday because I felt like it, despite the fact that someone else was paying. I'm watching my figure. :P
trying to fit your hip through a toe-ring?
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