So fucking hungry right now.
In the name of health, and reducing my fat level to high school days, I only had “natural” food for dinner again. Lunch was only a double-double with fries and dinner was 4 organic brown eggs with a basketful of kale. (Lunch was w/e though, I usually eat two double-doubles with fries)
Then I had some unseasoned almonds, a banana, and a couple of CLIF bars.
The high-tech scale at my uncle’s place now says I’ve dropped 10 full pounds to 155 lbs. now and with 12% body fat.
Realistically, I think I’ve got 4% of that fat in front of my belly. That high school six-pack abs never left. It’s just being blocked by my newly-acquired fat from the past couple years.
found this in a doctors office
im not convinced they know what drugs do
I’ve gotten high off cleaning a fish bowl before….if you know what I mean….
I make weird noises when I’m high.
With all the chemicals I use to wash my car, I can definitely get high off that inside a closed garage.
Frickin landlord’s obnoxious niece in the master bedroom finally got her hands on some speaker system. Shitty but it’s enough for us to feel the bass slightly in our rooms across the hall.
Resisting the urge to blast my own shit - except it’s actually good music - and drown her out. These Harmon Kardon soundsticks III ain’t no joke. Godly compared to the crap she got in her room.
I swear, people these days…..ricers rev their cars and do ricer flybys when they see me in my car, but I don’t do anything to them or other slower ricers.
Idiots blast their music on purpose to make sure other people hear it (yes even you people with the earphones in quiet halls/rooms) but you don’t hear me blasting my HK’s.
Nobody has self-control anymore.