i have a heartbeat

i dont think its to late for a bike ride.
im seriously gunna get fat.
honestly i dont know whats wrong with me
all i want to do is eat genoa slami and ice cream.
FAT MONSTER
and then i just lay in bed all day and look at the stye that is my room
its seriously REVOLTING.
i layed in bed today and read about him for hours. im almost done the book now, its so weird. he was really just a fed up family man during john wesley harding years and new morning. i feel like im a fed something. not family man persay.

oh lets recap this convo

"H can you open the door"
"yeah...sorry i was burning candles"
"and smoking"
"no"
"whats all the smell?"
"i blew them out like 3 times"
"why"

mutha fkah. this post is OVER. im gunna go fill my trough with vegtables..and NOT ice cream and salami.

oh and i found out you lied man, not cool. so many things push me away.