I was looking through my fb pics and even though they are lovely, because I got skinnier over the years instead of fatter, I also realised how mutha fucken boring I have become. I literally used to go out 5 nights a week. I had a ton of friends and I had so much fucking fun. What the fucking fuck has happened to me?? SERIOUSLY!? What the fuck has happened TO ME!? Jesus. Okay, well I can't drink, because it messes with my prozac, but to be fair, all I ever really needed was a joint. But fuck it man. WHAT THE FUCK IT WRONG WITH ME!? So I have decided to get back to that. I am going to go out somewhere at least three nights a week. There was this thing I used to go to at the National Portrait Gallery and I'm going to start going to those. It's like a late night thing thing. I used to draw and have fun. And now I just fucking suck. What the fuck has happened to me.
Anyway, so yesterday I got a bit side tracked with my intake, because I got hungry. But my intake ended up being around 630 so I didn't go TOO far over. But those damn pudding cups. I didn't have soup or my last cup of coffee. I had a can of tuna and THREE pudding cups instead. Luckily they are only 75 cals each, so a pudding cup binge ends up being little anyway. Nonetheless. The plan for today. Only two cups of honey coffee allowed. I've had a petits filous already. Then soup for dinner. Grapes for lunch. I should end up at below 600. Maybe another pudding cup :D :D :D. Maybe. What would Coco do? She probably wouldn't eat the pudding cup. So maybe I won't be having the pudding cup. I don't know. Anyway. Mission, more fun. Here I come. I need to make new friends. New interesting friends.
Life used to be so simple. Goddammit. Fuck balls. More Coco below. I <3 her... Clearly :p
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