Doug

Entombed or on rails, you’re riding with me.

It’s promos at the end and beginning of programs, not in the middle.

Not excusing it, just clarifying it.

mirtazapine undid like a year of weight loss progress in under two months and then some; put me back up to the most I’ve ever weighed. I’m off it now and in a better place, but now I gotta get back to it. and the anal fissure doesn’t help ‘cause now I can’t bike anymore until that shit goes away, which has been taking forever to get fully treated.

now it’s boring, accessible treadmills for me and calorie counting all over again. 7 pounds down, 30 more to go.

I wish I didn’t hate exercise so much.

Instead of a swear jar, have a When He Dies jar; every time you read a headline that is fucking goddamn infuriating why the fuck isn’t anyone doing anything about this meddlesome fucking priest Jesus fucking Christ and so many goddamn enablers I FUCKING HATE ALL OF T—… anyways, whenever you feel that after reading a headline, put $20 in a high yield savings account, and when he’s fucking gone, you’ll have two cent’s worth because OF THE GODDAMN INFLATION FUCK THIS MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT.