Must. Go. To. Gym.
It is President’s Day morning and the freaking gym is going to be packed because it’s a holiday. But I can’t let that deter me. I must endure the long waits at the machines and the fucktards who sit on said machines and text.
Because considering the two boxes of See’s chocolate that John gave me, plus the fettuccine and the German chocolate cake I indulged in over the weekend, my target is going to be substantially larger for the upcoming party if I don’t blow off some calories.
I think I’ve figured out why Kim’s behind is so… noticeable. What should have been her brain is crammed in there as well.
Hope everyone had a lovely Valentine’s Day weekend. Tomorrow I get to play; today I have to pay. Come on, Erica. Move it.