Category Archives: self control

in the last 11 days, i’ve learned that if i drink blue moon i turn into a 4 headed drinking monster. i’ll scream, i’ll cry, i’ll stumble, and i’ll break off pieces of your car while we’re driving down the road because i don’t wanna hear that song.

what? yeah i can’t even believe it myself.

i also learned that scary movie 4 is either the worst or best movie to watch while your significant other is sleeping because she woke right up, thanks to the screaming girl that’s mocking dakota fanning.

uh-mazing. it normally takes a bat to the head to wake her up, on a good day. i’m gonna go test drive used cars now and test out cassette players.

i’ve lost 5 pounds in the last week or so. as soon as i noticed this i subconsciously tried to gain it all back. no soda, and absolutely no eating filets at midnight.

working at outback isn’t helping my case. 17 different seasonings on every steak? we just got fanta orange soda put in the damn fountain, too.

i use to work out. now i just fuck. if i could just fuck away 10 more pounds, i’ll be content. (subconsciously)