i’m mad at the word. or maybe, more accurately.. mad at myself.
I dont wanna sit here and complain about how much shit i have on my plate when the truth of the matter is, i accepted each challenge i’m facing. i signed my name on the dotted line. i knew exactly what i had it in for.
i’m mad cuz i’m not as fit as i’d like to be and i now have to fucking DIET. yes, ladies and gents, my hungry ass is dieting. i just scarfed down an Eating Right Chicken Enchilada (6g of fat, 330 calories) and i’m STILL hungrier than a somalian child. FML. i’m mad cuz i’ve lost my creativity and my mojo to write. i’m mad cuz i’m moving out and even madder that its not into a home that i own. i’m just.. mad. lol. maybe its just one of those days.
to hold you over, read part 2 of this month’s short story on Hellz! (and part 1 if u missed it)
oh and watch this. because this vid always cheers me up when i watch it (even tho its sideways and retarded. lmao)
I LOVE YOU!