I love how my body looks kinda better, after 7 weeks of working out religiously and planning my social life according to this woman called Kayla. My body's far from fit, I still have flabby arms and a tummy, but my butt is perkier and my legs are slimmer. I wouldn't say I'm "happier" after working out, I've always been a neutral person. I'm happy when I am, I'm angry when I am. I don't particularly feel *happy* at any one time for no reason. Contented yes, but happy is an overstatement.
Now that it's 2015, I will not be one of those people who dive into a super long blog post about how this year they'll resolve to be a better version than they were last year (literally yesterday), or how they'll forgive the people who stepped on their tail.
I also don't give a rat's ass about celebrating the count down; did I mention I fell asleep at 11.09pm on NYE while scrolling 9gag on my phone???? How much of a loser can I get, I wonder. I mean, the next cycle of 365 days will arrive, whether you stay up to welcome it or not.
Danial doesn't have the car for a week so we've been taking public transport more often this week alone than we have in the past 6 months. I guess it's not too bad for a change, but I am honestly thankful this is not a permanent situation. I wouldn't say I'm spoilt, but I would say he spoilt me.
*random picture appears out of nowhere*
Bye suckaz
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