Thursday night 10pm and you want to know how I’m feeling? Easy. Feel like getting trashed. Put me into a haze so I can forget today and maybe get some sleep. Hopefully without dreams.
“Keep your mind on your riches, baby, keep your mind on your riches…” -Tupac
11 nights in a row, still working out. I’m starting to enjoy rubbing my own chest. 🙂
Fuck I hate feeling like this. I really have to invest in a kicking bag. Sometimes I have so much in me that just pumping iron doesn’t help get it out. sigh.
Nights like this I really miss The Savage Land BBS…