Dear Diary,
I figured out that the scale was trying to call me a b***h on the low. The settings on the scale had my profile as a woman, which threw off the body fat reading. Huh? No! I'm not a woman a**hole. Yes. I do still have moobs, but I'm working on those. Anyway dips**t... TLO and I enjoyed another day out yesterday. We rode Segways on the beach in Santa Monica and Venice, then had lunch at the 3rd Street Promenade. Good times, good food, and truth be told, it really wasn't enough to justify a weight gain. I'll worry about that later though. Don't think I'm going soft either... B***h. It's just a part of this back and forth, which is annoying. Somewhat like you. But I don't care about that. Which also how I feel about you. I just need to find a way to push past 225 and into the teens. Huh? No! Not like that a**hole. Plus, I'm too old for her. I don't care if she's legal. What the f*** is your problem?
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