Dammit. I think all this lack of exercising/laziness is starting to catch up to me. I don't like, in fact, I hate what I see when I look in the mirror.
The belly is coming back with a vengeance. No surprise, really, considering all the junk I've been eating the past few months.
I gotta find my motivation again to, you know, not be fat
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Just went to Rye's 30th Birfday Surprise Party. Two Saturday's in a row going out? Cray.
I also watched a bunch of people get really drunk. Yet another moment where I wonder how different my life would've been if I got into that when I was younger