Uh, so what had happened was... I should have bought some grilled chicken when I bought all that fried chicken. TLO sent me in for fried chicken so that's what I got. My mind was telling me no, but my body, my body was telling me yes. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but there's something I must confess, to you. I ate way to much of that s**t. And other s**t too. It was like I didn't have any f***ing will power. It was probably a mild moment of depression as I was getting jealous of a buddies shoe collection. I drowned my tears in fried chicken, pizza, cupcakes, cookies, cake and cinnamon rolls. Yes. I do see something wrong with all of that. At least now I do. I didn't think too much of it then. Then I came home and got in a piss poor ride, that included a couple of post 10 pm chili dogs. F***. It looks even worse when its written down. Man. There is no redeeming value in yesterday, other than hanging with good friends and enjoying their company. I just can't let the belly go on autopilot. I can't say there won't be another day like that, but... Actually I'm not too sure what to say after the but. F***.... I really need to break up with the 230's so we can both get on with our lives...
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