took this big mama for a milkshake today to ease our troubled hearts at this place called fatburger. at first i was sort of scared to go in because we are super fat and clearly lovvvve burgers and i was like, “omg so many fat jokes are about to happen”. then jessica was like “duh it will be funny, don’t be so serious large white wife” so we went in and it was hilarious and we joked about how we were celebrating our fat identity and ate with gusto while people stared at us with curious looks on their faces. anyways, it fucking ruled and i am so glad i get to put on my femme armor and plan hot outfits with this stone cold fox who fists me into alternate universes like i only thought happened in dreams. i really do feel like i have more courage to deal with the intense hypervisibility of our pervy obese lifestyles when my hand is in hers.