Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Dieting Chick Update
I've been working out. I go to the gym a couple times a week to lose weight. Since last month I've lost 256, 249, 246, ten pounds. I trust I've been keeping track accurately; I don't believe Kanye should be President. I like losing weight. The politics is my meat and I know you eat to the bone. Yes, that was a big bite and it is full of flavor. I ate a turkey sandwich with mayonnaise because I would choke on the dry bread my sister favors and I have a lot to do with it. I mean, I was around, but also it's her preference as what I type makes ultimate sense. I want to lose the weight running a mile a day and using the machines for chances of pound after pound loss. My point, well, it is correcting my lifestyle. I'm concerned that I'm afraid I know my life won't change much from what it is now. Is there a solution? I'm losing the weight, given the chances, I'm losing the weight to get somewhere with it. La-di-da-di-da!!! La-la-la!
Saturday, September 12, 2015
New Sh!t Poem
Your love to me is there,
Big round and red,
like the lips you kiss everyday,
The music makes me go,
I wait more for you,
I can't figure out her name,
"Your the girl with whats his name?"I said
in my head,
I'm out and free like his wrist gay
I'm unafraid,
Always it's you and what's her name,
I'm full of shit and so is head,
Come give me a kiss too
But wait, on my forehead.
By: Brandy Ruiz
Big round and red,
like the lips you kiss everyday,
The music makes me go,
I wait more for you,
I can't figure out her name,
"Your the girl with whats his name?"I said
in my head,
I'm out and free like his wrist gay
I'm unafraid,
Always it's you and what's her name,
I'm full of shit and so is head,
Come give me a kiss too
But wait, on my forehead.
By: Brandy Ruiz
The MRI Machine and New Lifestyle Choices
POST MRI
I've come close to suffocating on my food. I'd feel a thirst panic attack, and remembering the MRI machine, I started to feel like I am forced to rush into my next place in time before the voices come to me to finish me off. I've felt attacked by my voices and put into the right place. The world must be a coincidence. I've sustained my self through harsh learning of myself and the world through the television and internet. I keep track of my breathing. If I don't, I will suffocate, choke, be annoyed and afraid. I know there are friends. They are my friends and enemies. A lot of them could f off. This is enough for you to know. That machine, this mental health diagnosis, changes you. I need to be healthier and not feel 400 pounds. The only machines I want to be using now are in the gym. I have goals! I have help to meet them. It is still always though 50/50.
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