Dear Diary,
I wish I knew how to quit you. Yesterday was no idle threat. I didn't know whether I'd be here talking to you or not. If I remained idle I would not. If I worked towards being an idol I would. Huh? No I don't think that anyone is gonna worship me, but in case they decide to I wanna be ready. I found the strength to workout last night after a day of work. Actually between last night and this morning I did 300 sit ups, rode 15 miles on the exercise bike at a better pace than usual and jogged a mile and walked for another. Huh? Did I go fishing? Where the f*** did that come from? Uh no. I've never seen that movie. And if I did I only watched the parts with Anne Hathaway when passing by on cable. Hell no I didn't watch the dudes kissing! Not that anythings wrong with that. Look. Shut the f*** up, thats the straw that broke the mountains back. I meant camels.
PS. Tell you what... truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it... Hate. I mean sometimes I hate you so much.
PSS. Actually, its all the time.
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