I Moustache You...

Hi, guys.
Here I is once again. Loving it, feeling it.
I j/k. I am a miserable bastard as always. I don't even like to type anymore because my phone practically finishes my sentences before me. So this is moi with a sweet moustache. Sadly, you cannot see it very well, as it is well hidden...
Besides, that is a semi old picture. No moustache, but I am a little more prouder to show off the bod.
Even though I'm a bit more devout in my diet and thangs, I still somewhat drag my butt when it comes to doing it all. I just HATE going to the gym, but when I'm done, it feels great. I kind of force feed myself, because I have a tendency to just not eat. I rarely actually make a plate. whatever I eat is just jamming as much of it in before I give up. Trying, though...
I'm trying to keep some bulk this time. I think the thing I lack the most is sleeping properly. I do not sleep. Maybe 3-4 hours at the most nightly.
I crave sleep until I'm there. Then I spin, spin, spin.
Meow.
And soon I must be off again. I have to pick people up and shit. I was going to put a comma in there, but I thought it'd make it sound too much like I'm picking people up and then TAKE a shit. I meant shit like stuff and thangs. I told you nigga lazy.
Anyway, not much going on here, just living. Trying not to flip out on all the idiots of the world.
Leave me alone Confederate battle flags and gay marriage.
I bore of it all.
Rainbows and yeehaws...
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