Dear Diary,
I see what you're trying to do. Trying to play games with me. "This s**t's chess, it ain't checkers." You almost got me this time. Trying to leave me stuck in a single spot for a few days no matter what I do. Not matter how hard I work I can't get down. No matter how well I eat I'm not gonna lose. Well f*** you. I'll take this itty bitty drop and flaunt this s**t. Then I'm gonna keep pushing through. I could go back and look at my earlier entries from when you left me stranded around 248 I think, but what's that gonna do? Plus why would anyone read this drivel anyway? Oh. Thanks. I find it mildly entertaining too. But don't try to get on my good side f***er. There should have been more weight loss. Is this like a job review? You have to do better than you did the last time to get the same f***ing score? Well if you're gonna be like that then you better provide some expectations. Tell me how long to ride the bike, how many sit-ups and push ups to do. I need to know what the f*** it's gonna take to get where I need to be. You need to be trained and I'm just the guy to do it. Today's a training day, Diary. Show you around, give you a taste of the business. I got 28 lbs that I've lost, 37 more to my goal, totaling 237 and some change on the scale. I ain't holding no hands, okay? I ain't baby-sitting. You got today and today only to show me who and what you're made of. You don't like helping me lose weight get the f*** out of my house. Go get you a nice, desk job, chasing bad checks or something, you hear me? Listen. Everyone can be trained. I trained myself to do better. I was talking to TLO this morning and asked her if she thought I was gonna be able to do this when I started. She said something to the effect that she didn't doubt I could, but she didn't think I would. I felt about the same. Now that I'm doing it though, I know I can. I'm not some little f***in train that thinks I can. I know I can, cause I've been trained. I also know I don't f***in like working my a** off for little or nothing. So get the f*** with it. You are getting close to running out of pages. Don't think for a second I won't replace you if you can't do your f***ing job. Your review score is a 1/1 right now. You f***ing suck. The scale too. Oh you talking s**t? Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you b***hes. Huh. You think you can do this s**t... Diary. You think you can do this to me? You motherf***ers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program. 23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of... who the f*** do you think you're f***ing with? I'm your owner, I run s**t around here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away... 'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherf***er down. King Kong ain't got s**t on me. That's right, that's right. S**t, I don't, f***. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherf***ing way. I can't lose.
PS. Yeah, I know I lost. Problem is you did too. Stop taking my work for granted. B***h.
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