Dear Diary,
I think I've said before that even though I've lost a few pounds, there is still a fat guy inside of me. Why are you laughing? Oh, you know what? F*** you. Allow me to restate. I'm still a guy with fat tendencies. Some days I'm better at fighting them than others. You know things are bad when after an hour long bike ride you are thinking I'd give up all of this weight I've lost for a night full of Hostess Raspberry Filled Powdered donuts. It's a damn good thing for me that they no longer exist. Huh? Yeah I'm sure they don't exist. I searched for them for years. Grocery stores, 99 Cent Stores, thrift shops, the Hostess website. I figured someone had a stash they were looking to make a killing on. And yes, I am being literal. I even wrote to Hostess to find out. The told me they didn't make them anymore and sent me a little coupon for some other product. Even now I pass the snack shelf at the store and take a look to make sure they haven't reappeared for some sort of celebration. But no. And no, there is no acceptable substitute. Especially not the banana I ate shortly after I had the feeling. Talk about being disappointed... I wasn't being literal. Please shut the f*** up. Ok. Fine. Speak. What? Don't you f***ing lie to me.
Ok. This is really f***ing disappointing. I guess I should be glad you found them, but I'm not. Especially after working out and gaining weight. I don't give a f*** it its water weight or muscle. I'm just inconsolable. Maybe they will just send me one donut, that I might be comforted. F***. This is crazier than The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Knulla dig Kalle Diary.
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