three dollars and six dimes

Joined planet fitness, just cuz I’m poor doesn’t give me an excuse to be all out of shape nshit. Got a dope app on my phone that tracks all the calories you burn vs the ones you ingest. And they got a million foods in their database so even I can keep track of all the shit I snack on. As long as I keep doing it. Myfitnesspal.com …we’ll see. $10 a month is a birthday gift to myself that I can afford.

A mufucker is getting ooooold. It didn’t even hit til these last two weeks, but 27 is some shit! Some grown ass shit. There’s a lot I can not control at 27. I can’t control this fuckass economy. I can’t control unforgivable student loan debt. I can’t write a script, walk onto a film set, ask someone tohand over the reins(reigns?)…

But I can bust a couple squats and situps so that the next time I make the sexy time, my shit is on some sweaty glistening NSFW urban hippie dred goddess tumblr after 2am type shit.

Oh. Also I came back to tumblr! Hey. Sup? Don’t all answer at once. My dash feels way claustrophobic (1 of the reasons I stayed off) I feel like I gotta drop some of the random accnts I followed that post nothing of any consequence. Or just bands I don’t know/won’t remember.

So yeah. Back. Been lurking on Daniel Warhol & Treach money’s pages tho. I wish I could combine you two & make the ultimate emotionally blunt ass friend with sexy benefits as well as debate skills. Gotta have debate skills.

5 days til my funkin birthday!