  i have joined a gym... not that i think it will do me a lot of good. i think the personal trainer is trying to kill me already. turns out i went to school with him for 2 years, but since i was never there... i don't remember him.
he says he was a trouble maker anyway, if i did see him, it was probably in the principal's office. he seems like a nice enough guy. i've started doing his "plan" that he worked up for me. i've been eating 5 small meals a day as apposed to 2 meals of whatever i can get my hands on.
and i've been walking. i walked last night and when i got home and took my shoes off, i had a blister the size of south africa on my heal. FUCK it hurt. i didn't even feel it forming as i was truckin' along outside. ah yes and my dog Dottie (LooLoo to those who know her well), who is more than willing to walk with me, got attacked. she got her juicy beak bitten by a boston bull terrior named sarah... little bitchy sarah was standing out in the road when we were tring to walk by, she stepped out in front of my dog (my dog is a pretty big) and stood there.
my dog bent down to do the duties of sniffing noses and sarah bit her juicy beak! right on the end! i heard my dog cry, then growl as she bit down on sarah's head. i pulled her back and sarah was going to go after her again and i said: "do it dog and i'll punt you like a fucking football!
" she looked up at me and ran into her yard. stupid beotch. i didn't want to kick her, she's old. but come on, i'm not going to let her chew on my dog!!! i got home, ravinous, i ate dinner which consisted of rice and a tamale... needless to say, i put myself into a food coma. 
