Dear Diary,
I'm feeling kind of good. I ate ok yesterday. Got in a decent little workout that still has my stomach tight. Huh? Ok. As tight as a relatively bulbous belly can be. A** hole. I'm cautiously optimistic that things are progressing. Usually I get too boastful and a piece of red velvet walks into my life. But things are looking up the last few days. Or should I say down. Hopefully I can keep it up. I mean down. Huh? That is not what she said. No taking shots at my manhood! You should know that I'm down to f*** you up.
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