Dear Diary,
Went out last night with TLO and some friends to see a comedy show, which was great because I could use a laugh. Huh? Well yeah, I do laugh AT you, but generally not with you, but who could blame me. You're a silly little a** hole. Yeah, I get it. I'm a big a**hole. Some have even said I'm the whole a**. But in my defense, I'd say that I'm much less of an a**hole, because there is much less of me than there was awhile ago, which is a great thing. Another great thing is the occasional slice of cheesecake. It's even better when it's free. After having some free cheesecake last night, I felt little guilt since I had eaten well and exercised some for the day. But, I also felt the need to do some middle of the night sit ups that had nothing to do with guilt, and everything with responsibility. I like that feeling. Before I never felt responsible for keeping myself healthy or in shape. I do now and it shapes how I do everything. And I mean everything. I feel a responsibility to treat you like s**t. Kinda like you look. No I don't look like s**t. I just used to. I looked back at some pics I took over a year ago, before I got as bad as I ultimately became. I did some comparison shots and the difference was as huge as I was in the original shots. Don't get me wrong, I still have a long way to go, but I see a huge difference. The hot dog on the back of my head has even gone down. Speaking of hot dogs, it's the 4th of July, so it's time to eat some. Gotta go b***h! If you f*** with me today, I'm gonna put another M80 in your cover and tape you shut. Again.
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