Pretty much nothing. One apple and an orange from my grandmother's fruit basket at pendelton rehabiliation and health. She cannot eat the fruit, or so everyone else says, because of choking. She must have thicket added to liquids or she will choke, strokes fuckn suck! I actually get emotional when I see her in pain. I don't cry, even if I am seriously hurting. My eyes may water, but that is it. I am upset and don't have something in my eyes. I am truely wonderful at resisting temptation, I am just so impressed with myself. Anything for a photographer! Certain lazy models, which shall remain nameless, do everything except watch their diets and have a job. I actually move the chairs out of the way and sweep under them even if I can just push the junk underneath and it will not be noticed. I mean I can eat lots of junk and not gain much. What the hell, fuckn sister. I hate it when people say I look like that disgrace!
