Dear Diary,
Yeah I'm a little late, but f*** it. I've got s**t to do. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I miss you too. Every time I throw something at you. Look here a**munch, I can't spend all my time talking to you. There's not nearly enough time in the day. I've been burning the candle on both ends, which other than being bad for you, gets wax everywhere. No a**hole, it doesn't account for all the wax in my ears. F***! If it would prevent me from hearing all of your incessant whining, I'd pray for more. Maybe I could ride my bike to get away from you. I should've tried last night, but I didn't have the time. I didn't do much in the area of exercise last night, but it worked out cause I ate ok. At least I guess I did. I've discovered a new low calorie and possible not s**tty item on the Taco Bell menu. Their chicken flatbread sandwich is only 210 calories and it's become my new target when I have to settle for fast food, because as you might be aware, I don't always have time to sit down. Huh? Yes, I know that complaining about time and talking about calories makes me sound like a woman. You should know that I don't have the time to give a f*** about your opinion. B***h.
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