Fuck you stomach.

It's all I see! I'm at this frustrating as fuck point where it's all I see; my muscle growth, as it should by nature, has slown down and isn't as noticable as I'd like. So instead of just sitting around a mirror for awhile, I can't! Because all I see is Love handles, bulging stomach, rolls of fat...

I'm one hundred and eighty four pounds. I really need to get a fucking life.

I'm not actually as fat as I sound, I'm actually in pretty good shape and all it's just it's all people mention. I don't care what they say or if they told me to go find the tallest bridge over the brightest pit of sulphuric acid and become the prettiest Dodo Bird since extinction, but what I do care about is the repitition. When it's all you hear and nothing else, nothing ever positive, just you need to lose some weight around your stomach....It's beyond irritating.

It's enough to make me think of all the alternatives again; supplements, weight loss pills, hunger suppresents. All that cheater, loser bullshit for people who actually need it. I don't!

The real fucking kick in the sack is that I watch what I eat, when I eat, how I eat, what I make, calorie count, make sure I follow the food pyramid, RRRRGGHHHH!

WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DO I HAVE TO DO?!

Oh yeah, get out and do more. Shit.

Fuckin'. Ergh. LOSE WEIGHT! READ THIS AND LOSE WEIGHT! I haaaateeee carrdiiiooo so much!

In other news...

I'm on like a five weekend killing spree of getting fucked out of my mind, which has been a total blast. I'm really getting into it now, I'm just embracing that part of me a little more and just letting go and fucking having fun.

I'm still looking for that fight. Got a few in the works, just need a few words to spark one. Also enjoying the primal lust and feelings this broods.

Haha, fun quote I thought up in the week.

"If women wanted a feminine guy, they'd date a butch lesbian. So man up!"