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Old gluttony (1997)
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Got it. I've got the traditional gluttony: too much food, too many cigarettes, too much coffee. Strangely enough, I don't really have a problem with drugs. No thanks to Nancy Regan; I think my psyche just gets overloaded with the other things I'm addicted to. I used to be a compulsive eater/puker. Hooray for Bulemia! But though I'll still down a family-sized bag of chips or cookies in one sitting, I usually keep it down nowadays. As penance maybe? A hairshirt? Unlike the other Sins, which have a rather Portrait of Dorian Gray nature, Gluttony manifests itself on your person, which sucks. Why don't all those greedy fuckers out there have to walk around with big fat asses? I also have the Gluttony for Things. I succumb to excess in trinketry, furniture, and small objects. I have no sense of selectivity. It gets me into trouble in restaurants, where I mull over every meal choice like it's my last. It also gets me into trouble at home, where every inch of counter, wall, and closet space is crowed with my stuff. The only things I've purposely gotten rid of in the last 10 years that weren't outright trash (I've even got problems with that; I compost & recycle compulsively) are my lunchboxes and my wigs.
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