I got hit on by a group of middle school girls at the theater. Which… was so wrong. I was gonna threaten to call their parents. But they were pretty generous for offering me seats but I had to turn them down. Nonetheless, Transformers 3 was… alright. The ending was lame. Shia wears Nudies in Transformers 3 and Mr.Chow was FUCKING HILARIOUS !!! LOL
This year, July has 5 fridays, 5 saturdays, and 5 sundays. This happens once every 823 years and is called money bags. Reblog this and money will arrive within 4 days, based on Chinese philosophy of Feng Shui. Those who read and do not reblog, will be without money.
I wish I didn’t have to be so annoying. I wish happiness could come a little easier for me. But it seems like — even the little things are too much to ask for. I tried mask myself with alcohol and smoking. Still, I still can’t escape all these pressures. Now my last resort is working out excessively. Glutton for punishment; using pain to cope with pain. It’s the best kind anesthesia I can think of. I often question myself though. Are all this suffrage worth it? Why am I even doing this…? Yet, I could never give myself the right reason not to. I’m a mess. What kind of deepshit have I got myself into..
Last year — during football season — I was able to bench 165lbs w/o spot. But now I can barely do 105lbs WITH spot. Pathetic… -_- Worse yet, my pecs are sore like AF after I start lifting again. This is what I get slacking off the whole year. Now my abs lines are all gone. I have to get back to where I started again. Sigh. And the whey protein tastes like shit. ;_;