I am getting fatter. I know it. You say i'm fine, but I think i'm about to be as big as Tufeer. It HAS GOT to be the cheese i've been eating with my toast. I could eat like half a loaf a day if i'm doing my work at your place. And the great cooking. And something else I will not say. No, not sex. If that's what you're thinkin.

So.... After the 24th of April. I will go to Jakarta for at least a month of intensive training, and literally, ride my fats out. I will stop eating cheese and chocolate bars and more cheese and whatever else that makes me fat. I will come back with my 6 pacs, more toned arms and legs and a healthier inside.

And how I will spend the rest of my holidays, would be to either work at that money-minded stable, just so I could properly learn on my own, and also to have a good workout by grooming, putting out hay and water and preparing and distributing the feed. OR, I could find another mindless job at some air-conditioned mall where I just scan stuff and count change, Which I will also lose weight, but in an unhealthier way because I don't eat much.

I fuckin swear that i'll do whatever the fuck I can to lose all these fuckin extra baggage i'm luggin around like some lazy fat fuck.

Or I could opt of the easier, unhealthy, mind and body fuckin, choice. -smirk- But I know you'll smack me left and right till my nose bleeds if I ever discuss this subject matter. Only because you care. I know.. I know. :)

suri thought at 12:51 AM