vomit

I just saw Super Size Me. That movie, together with the book Fast Food Nation, really doesn't flatter the US very much. I mean, sure people are fat here in Europe aswell, but I think Americans are fatter than the standard European. All that extra stuff. I mean, 0,5 litres of Ben&Jerry's last me a week - probably more. For the standard American it's like an afternoon snack. (That was, of course, before I stopped eating Ben&Jerry's due to one of their sister-companies doing animal testing. Yes, I'm one of those. Deal with it.)
In Super Size Me, the person behind the experiment, Morgan, shows the various sizes of cups you can get for your soda. The biggest one is close to 2 litres. 2 whole fucking litres! That lasts me and two friends a whole evening together with a movie. 2 litres of soda together with an abnormly large meal. No wonder people are fat. And then they sue the fast food-restaurants. For getting fat. Sure, I get that the restaurants market their food as "healthy" even though it's not and sure, that alone is a reason to sue them, but come on. You don't have to eat there. No one's forcing you. That little voice in your head is an addiction and addictions can be defeated. I mean, I'd love some liqorice and chocolate right now (because I always want that when the orchestra is visiting), but I'm not getting that. Instead I sit here with an apple and a glass of water. Sure, it's not nearly as nice as a piece of liqorice, but I know that I'll feel better without the sweets. I feel better without fast food aswell, even though my way of cooking really isn't ideal.
More people really should see that movie. I wish I had when it was new.

My sister's gotten a tattoo. She had one that she made in Cyprus in 2006 (Aya Napa is in Cyprus, isn't it?) and it's a tiny star and I suppose that's alright. Not what I would've made, but then again - I'd never get a tattoo in the first place. Now she's gotten flowers and stuff on the side of her stomache. Not just a few. She showed me a picture and it looks like they're covering her side from the breast down to the hip. I love my sister. Truly. But why in the world would anyone do that? Maybe I'm just old-fashioned; "nature created you" and all that - but... but why?