Billy Ray was a preachers son...

Oct 26, 2009 15:37

I'm not fat, but I have this pudge... & more skin on my face that it really needs, so I decided to do something about it & accidentally stumbled across Starvation Therapy (patent pending).

Basically, you have nothing for breakfast, fuck all for lunch & then a small bowl of fat free whatever in the evening. Every time hunger reaches the ‘crippling level’ for your body or mind, you sip a glass of water or if that doesn't work, have a smoke.... or if that doesn't work, you repetitively slap yourself in the face & shout "YOU WEAK MINDED FOOL, GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF BEFORE WE MELT YOU DOWN & USE THE DRIPPING AS INDUSTRIAL LUBRICANT!!!"

So far so good. Soon my cock will look even bigger (in proportion to my body) & all my co-workers leave me alone as they think I'm shouting at them.

Another idea I'm playing with is Death Therapy. When faced with death the mind shed's all the dead weight, all the inconsequential bullshit until all that's left is the inner core of what's important. I think I need reminding of what my core needs are from time to time, so I just need to find a way to cheat death on a regular basis. My driving doesn't do it for me any more.
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