Ask a matter of fact, yes I have a birthmark. It’s on my right shoulder and I looked the meaning up on a mystical yoga website (which also sells DVDs for 49.99) and it said that right shoulder birthmarks indicate good fortune. Stomach birthmarks, however, mean you are a selfish and greedy person. I have a mole on my stomach, but I have a feeling it’s just a vestigial nipple and doesn’t could in the birthmark column. This week I tried to stop eating sugar, from the video and the humongous rice krispie treat I eat at the top (and continued to eat over the following hours) I didn’t succeed. It’s my kryptonite, and I’m beginning to think that cutting out sugar might be where the world just turns into the, “not worth it to live longer” category. I mean, apples aren’t a fucking dessert, I don’t care who is trying to convince you. Neither is yoghurt. I actually despise yoghurt, but I eat it every morning (goat’s milk because the cow stuff makes me farty) and ever bite is like eating reconstituted puke in my mouth. WAY TO START THE DAY! But it’s for my stomach and vaginal health, so it’s required. I also eat a boiled egg every morning and wonder if that’s healthy or not, but I just really like the process of boiling eggs once a week and shoring up, like it’s an apocalypse and I could definitely survive in my house if I didn’t go ANYWHERE. On eggs. And yoghurt. Yeah…word of the week…Pour Over. Because all those douchey baristas are all into their “Pour over” coffee now, but I can’t drink coffee anymore due to my toxic stomach problems, so fuck that word and the baristas and the whole species of coffee plant *SOBBING*