Aug 9, 2012

Breaking up is hard to do

This is a conversation between my best friend and me.
Me: Major side effect of growing up in an uber Italian family, it's automatic to medicate sadness with carbs, "oh u got a B- on your exam, here have a cannoli you'll feel better" "aw your boyfriend broke up with you? Here this loaf of bread and a pound of butter to soak up those tears"

Bestie: its sad cause it's true :-( I did eat an entire cheesecake when my 1st boyfriend moved to NC
Me: My bowels would revolt against me for that I would actually die I think from that I stop eating when I'm depressed I think as a counter attack to my families propensity to over feed sadness
Still to this day, my uncle heard I broke up with a boyfriend and told my aunt to see of I wanted him to make me a pound of stuffing.
*pause*
A POUND OF STUFFING!!!! A fucking POUND! Who measures stuffing by the pound?!!!
Bestie: Dude, your uncle kinda sounds awesome!

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