I’m a bear. Rowr.
At least that’s how I feel in winter.
I want to stuff my face in a never-ending waterfall of carbs and curl up with a heated blanket and never, ever leave my house again. Ever. Maybe quick forays into Pick ‘n Pay are acceptable (to stock up on Milo), but in general, no. No leaving the flat.
I’m going to blame these dark desires for sugar and DVDs on evolution.
Mission Succexy 