Dear Diary,
Holiday weakend. Palm Springs. Long drive. Really windy. Sand storms. Strong drink. Late dinner. Big burger. Garlic fries. Big bill. No scale. Small gym. Archers sweet. F*** you. Dumb b***h. That's all.
PS. Actually, I found a wack a** analog scale in the gym. All I can be sure of is that I weigh less than 250. Maybe. Plus I had to do it fully clothed. I'm sure they'd frown upon my nakedness. And by they'd I mean the hotel staff. There are plenty of guys around here that might encourage it, not that I'm a gay guys cup of tea or anything like that. Do you think gay guys drink tea more than coffee? Actually that's not important. I still left a message for my window into the gay community to get a ruling on that. Also not important, and I didn't know this before I got here but Palm Springs seems like it's some kinda gay Mecca. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's more noticeable than the LBC. But then again Long B. E. A. C. H. Where the hardest gangsters be, is pretty spread out. I don't care either way. I'm just here to enjoy some time with the family and its going great so far.
PSS. As this post script section is much longer than my original message I feel compelled to tell you to f*** off again dips**t.
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