Dropping a deuce...

[taylorsjournal]

Well, I woke up bright and early this morning. Eh...not really. I woke up around 8 in the a.m. That's still sleeping in 3 more hours than I normally do when I'm working. So, I woke up early and fixed Floppy some lunch for work. I ate some high-fiber cereal with strawberries, so the deuce is starting to drop

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[taylorsjournal]

I just got back from the gym. (This is my journal isn't it? I can fucking write as much as I want to. If you're tired of reading about my poor, pathetic life-then go stick your head in a pile of dirt.) The gym was fun. I love being able to go at a decent hour instead of late at night. Plus, there wasn't anyone there except old women who don't have to work. Score! There was this young chick there, and of course I have to buff up (yes men-we are competitive too) and look all cool in front of her. I mean-I gotta look like I'm the most awesome woman there, I know what I'm doing, and I'm losing weight all at the same time. Don't ask me why I feel the need to do this. I just do. Anyway, it was good. But, I started feeling wobbly towards the end (burnt too many calories I think) and finished up my sets, came home, and popped some protein in my belly

[flopetesmaximus]

I mowed the lawn, by the way. I also helped a little bit around the house, although very little. Miss Action (ahem, MISS Action) also sounded like she was gonna cry when I talked to her earlier about how Tiger was whining and crying for more food all morning.

[taylorsjournal]

What is the AHEM about???

[poopschlagleur]

dont you mean MISSES Action, you bad husband, you?)