Dear Diary,
You know, this thing of ours, its been kinda helpful. I made it through the weakend. I'm a made man now. Basically unscathed. Huh? Unscathed. Not unbathed. Why would you say that? Oh... I don't smell that. You know what? F*** you. Anyways. It was great from Friday night all through Sunday. Great times with family and friends. The time, and my stomach, was filled with good foods and plenty of bad ones too. I had some form of cake each day. I did my best to work it off though and I'm cool with the results. No I'm not cool and the gang, but nice try. Speaking of gangs, I did spend some time with the EBG this weekend, but I also took it to the prison yard for the old school workout. Did about 200 sit-ups and about 120 or so push ups over the course of the day Sunday. Pretty much while watching golf and the crappy reality TV that TLO had on last night. I know it's not much, but it's more than I had been doing, so if you got something to say you can meet me on the yard during break. Damn. I have to get out of the prison state of mind. It'll be the end of you and I almost shanked the TV last night. You can only take so many Italian accents, if they aren't part of the Sopranos. You know what? I'm putting a DVD player in the garage tonight. I need the Sopranos back in my life. I just need to make sure I don't start eating like Tony again. No more gabagool. You might want to watch your back though diary. All that talking could get me wacked. Do you know what the family would do to me if they knew I had a diary. Oh. You would like that huh? You f***in rat. I'll make sure you get the Moe Green Special.
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