Strip poker update
Matt is naked. Im only missing 1 shoe
I am losing my shit today
Generally, I hate working Fridays, mainly due to the company. Today is worse and is so much more than one thing or one person. My chest has been hurting since 9.30 and I can’t stop the gross nausea in my guts. Stress/anger/frustration makes my body hurt. Only 4 more hours until 5.30 aka GTFOOHT (get the fuck out of here time)
losing weight is making me happy.
even though every part of my body hurts from weights and the cross trainer. Sore boobs, sore arms, sore boobs, sore legs, sore ass, sore boobs. I got a cramp in my finger doing pull downs yesterday. I have the weakest wrists/hands. I will be attending classes next week and I’m excited and scared. One of those classes may or may not be Zumba. Don’t judge me!! I can only get to the last...
2 KILOS MUTHAFUKAAASSS
Take that caramello koala!!
So I tattoo instructions on my ass that say ‘don’t ever put this...– Kimya Dawson - Underground
Things I hate about the gym: scales skinny hot bitches who don’t appear to sweat. EVER being sore the day after weights training I get home at 8 and the boys still expect me to cook dinner, or else we all go hungry Things I like about the gym: going home But currently I hate my body more than I hate the gym. So the gym wins. Maybe by the time I hate my body less, I won’t hate...
Does anyone else ever worry that they're a cylon...
ahandsomeshark: no? that’s just me? This.
I know it seems like I’m starting to become a really angry, bitter person but I’m not. Nothing about me has changed except for the fact that I REALLY can’t hold things inside anymore. Keeping your emotions buried and hidden truly is a poisonous, self destructive thing to do. In all honesty I feel lighter now. I keep none of my own secrets because I don’t have any, nor do I...
Warning: a vent.
“Ooooh OMG I can’t believe they would do that to you. I’m on your side no matter what. I hate them so much. I’m here if you need to talk. They must be soulless hell-spawn.” Yeah right, fuckheads. Edit: oh, and apparently every bad thing that has happened/been done to me is my fault.
Our house’s cleaning fairy isn’t actually a fairy. It’s me. In my underwear.