thank god i'm running

[noboardingpass]

so i think in the last month i may have thickened up a bit. here at my work we have these little canisters filled with candy. (trail mix too) and since candy kicks ass i've been eating like four handfuls of this shit a day. this is opposed to the nothing i ate before. i aint complainin, it actually rules. love handles rule too. but ah! i think i will stop eating the candy, just because i'm a little bitch. i've been going to the gym (training. i'm batman.) so i think i may be counteracting it a little. i've been doing psychological training too. whenever i start to reach for the reese's pieces or skittles, i kick myself in the nuts. that way when i just loook at the canister, my balls will start searing with horrible phantom pain. i did that to get over a girl once. now whenever i see a dvd box of "Mona Lisa Smile" my balls start screaming in anguish. wait.. no i think they did that anyway.

ps. maggie gyllenhaal. i dont care what my balls say i still love you!