Life isn’t fast enough
Lately I’m GO GO GO GO. Finally somewhere in life other than behind the wheel.
I can’t get enough sweat, it’s better than beer. I’ve been blowing off all responsibility to go to the gym and go nuts, I am so motivated. I look at all these pictures of girls up here and I know how I want to look, and I know I am more beautiful than almost every chick up here. I dont want my boobs getting small though. Everytime I go to the gym everyone looks at me when I lift weights and I dont care if I look stupid or people think I’m gay. I have tattoos and I lift weights, and eventually I will be able to push the limit farther. I am recruiting many friends and think I finally found my weekday workout bud, to go along with my Sunday ‘trainer’ (who better not blow me off again !!) and leave me with Saturdays off so I can go shoot some guns. I have so much energy while my boyfriend has already been snoring for 2 hours, I wish I had some kind of workout equipment at my place. I cheated today, and had some italian ice, but who could resist Wooster St? I’m trying hard, eggs, salad, and prime rib today. I had a good dinner that made me very energized.
The doctor is putting me back on birth control to deal with these cysts, Im not looking foward to it. The only thing I am looking foward to is being the hot 153 pound chick I was when I met my boyfriend, then maybe once again he will fling me over his shoulder.
Excitement makes it hard to sleep.
