So I just got the phone number of my friend Amy-San. I called her and we had a surprisingly un-awkward conversation. I was glad to speak with her again. I felt bad about not talk to her since I left the Pet store, we were very close. Whenever we worked the same shift we'd ride to and fro together since I lived on the way to her house. Now she lives much closer and she is going to call me tomorrow, I imagine we will be hanging out soon. I am nervous but also excited to see her. She makes me think of how I want to be when I'm twenty eight, I hope I am not over exaggerating her age >.<, if so I mean not Amy-San!
Well I have continued my plight of anti americanism by jogging again today but I feel very weak. I can only jog up and down the full lengh of my street three times before I have to take a lenghy break, and then after my legs feel numb yet jell-o like and I can barely run half the way without feeling exhausted. BLAH! Oh yes, and I can only do twenty lifts of eight pound weights >.< I AM WEAK! Though, I do, do lifts throughout the day, so in all I atleast do sixty, but I try to do it whenever I think about it. I am on the road to better health yet! I feel proud and ashamed. Proud of trying and ashamed of how weak I've let myself become. I must not let myself fall into the abyss of depression and fatness! I am so fucking poetic. Well, if anyone reads this, I love you and be careful, the world is a dangerous and fucked up place.
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About Me
- Impy
- Mo Citay, TX, United States
- Young girl in the Southwest, trying to get my shit together. In a great relationship, writing about daily struggles and goals and plans. Hope I can entertain you.
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