Fat Cat Poll

Red, blue, yellow, green or purple. My polling station wasn't as interesting as the ones on the news, it's just the church down the road. It's a pretty plain church as churches go, and if you go on a Tuesday night, you'll stumble into a fat club. I can say that because I've been. And I would go again if it wasn't a load of balls. Fat club. For fatties to try and support each other to stop eating so much cake and slim down so they're less fat. You lose weight, you feel better. Pulling your pants up with pride because they're just too gaddamn big! Look at the pies I actually haven't eaten for once. Go me! Eating healthy is hard, and so is doing exercise. But I just did exercise, as walking back up the hill after casting my vote in this election put me right out of breath. That's a slight over exaggeration, but in my mind I was pounding back up that hill like a fat girl chasing an ice cream van. I voted, and now I'm becoming impatient at how much longer the polls are open for. 10pm, not sure I can stay awake that late on a school night.