treats andlosers Row upon row of nice things to eat, things that will make me happy. I see them everywhere. Everywhere. But I can't eat them because they'll make me fat and ugly and stupid, and I'll smell, and everyone will hate me. The world will shun me. I'll be alone forever. Must. Leave. Treats. Alone. 011005 ... kirstie gooballs. 020220 what's it to you? who go blather from