No worries! This is not a post for me to wax eloquent on suicide and the circumstances that prompt it. This is simply an alert that I am becoming much like my sister, Barbie, working out like an crazy woman and constantly making references to the above mentioned working out.
"Ohhh. I better not eat that, I have to go work out in a little bit."
"Don't. Hit. Me. My muscles are all sore from working out..."
Etc.
In short, I am becoming pathetic and obsessed.
I am going to go work out for the
second time today.
Someone shove a twinkie up my nose.
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