From today January 2, 2013 I am going on a fish soup diet...

and will either gain more flab or die of  some new kind of  fasting and starvation  because I can't  waddle any further ... unless the Prime Minister of Canada, the Honorable Stephen Harper visits me at my humble abode in North York, Toronto. There are things I need to tell him because only I  in my infinite wisdom know what's wrong with his government and what he must do to set things right and I  can only impart this precious message into his ears and into his ears alone and those ears need to be in my own little home here and close to my sweet sexy blubberous lips.

That's it ... I the great one has spoken !!! 

Furthermore, he better come quick because I think all the fish soup is going to my boobs, my butt, my waist and everywhere it's not supposed to. Woe is me. No, really ... WOE is me. WOE = Woman of Emptiness who has a large following of  zombies showing more emptiness.

Come, come to me oh sweet Stephen Harper
Come closer so I can whisper in your lovely ears;
You can wear that  fluffy sweater if you please
and even bring along that cute kitty;
But come to me oh sweet Harper.

I have tiding to convey from my sweet lips,
I will gargle with Scope so don't worry
Fishy smell  I will not carry;
So...come sweet Stephen, come to me.