Dear Diary,
Yesterday was my first day of eating and no kind of exercise in a while, and I paid for it. Huh. Yeah a**. I always pay for my meals. I was talking figuratively. Huh? No, I'm actually talking. Figuratively is... You know what? Shut the f*** up idiot. I'd stuff a crepe in your mouth if you had one. Hell if I had one for that matter. Huh? No a**hole. I had a mouth. I'm talking about a crepe. I do see how that could be confusing, but damn. You remain an idiot. I guess I could be an idiot myself, but I'm not. You are an idiot because you do idiotic things. I on the other hand make smart decisions because I can see the desired outcome of them. I knew that eating that crepe carbona and the bolero last night was gonna tip the scales, so no surprise there. I did it anyway; even though I knew I wasn't gonna get a work out in. Huh? Yeah. That does sound pretty idiotic. F***.
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