my legs and abs are on fire. my ass cheeks are sore too. what's it been, like, 2 months since i've been to the gym? fuck me running. gawd i hate this feeling. i'm not even in horrible shape, i should not have to go through this. i did get rid of those funnel cake calories though. that makes me happy.

aaaaaaannnnnnddddd, my baby's gonna give me a full body massage when he gets his stank ass out of the shower. he's such a girl. he's in there singing "another one bites the dust." that motherfucker better not be using my loofah. you know what? i hate how he can eat 3 times as much as i do, workout 45 minutes a day, and still have the body he does. and his workouts are shit compared to mine. i want his metabolism.

i've done pretty well keeping myself busy while he's gone during the day. i do miss him a lot; it's pretty unnatural. it's so hard though. i'm so accustomed to being with him and talking to him all. the. time. i feel like our relationship is a LOT different from most, so no one can really relate to me on that level. i can't call one anyone and tell them how frustrating this shit is and have them empathize with me; everyone thinks i'm out of my damn mind.

this is why i write. my blog and my paper journals are my friends. that's sounds pretty pitiful, but i don't care. blogs and journal don't lie and use your weaknesses to hurt you. they're just there waiting for you to babble away whenever you need or want to.

ugh. i have to pee and i don't feel like getting up. i want a frosty.

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