All my muscles are in my shit talking glands

Daily, though this week I didn't because of an abcess. I do intense workouts in the gym for an hour and a half. Mainly cardio.

i do some lifting every weekend

couple weeks ago, i tried doing 100 sit-ups and push-ups every night, but after awhile, it just felt pointless

Absolutely none.

Daily runs around the island.

Fuck gyms though.

I want to.  I do when I'm at home, but it's hard to at skool.  At least hard to everyday.
So I just starve myself as compensation.

Few times a week.

Theres really ZERO reason to exercise.

I normally run a few miles 2-3 times a week.  The only times I don't are when I get really swamped with schoolwork.

Theres really ZERO reason to exercise.

never would have expected you to say that

the only reason that i do exercise:

if i ever train myself enough that i achieve something of a build, i can prove to people that having muscle doesn't really do anything for you, and is a waste of time and effort

I gave up

i actually have a speech of rejection prepared for any hypothetical female who would ever ask me out just because she liked my hypothetical muscles

i wouldn't actually deliver it, but i'd want to, and it's quite devastating

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i actually have a speech of rejection prepared for any hypothetical female who would ever ask me out just because she liked my hypothetical muscles

i wouldn't actually deliver it, but i'd want to, and it's quite devastating

please post it, or at least parts of it

the only exercise I had was PE. since I haven't had PE since 9th grade, I literally do no exercise

please post it, or at least parts of it

Oh, what's that? You wanna go out, you say? Huh.

*wait for response*

Hmm. You know, that's all fine and dandy with me, but you see... I'm kinda confused! You see, you didn't seem all too interested with me last year. Or the year before. Or the year before that. Or the year before that. I mean, you've known me all this time--you never made any effort to talk with me, you never just sat down to chat, or even say "hi". Now you're asking me out? Why's that?

*wait for response--cut her off*

Oh, I get it! You saw me with my shirt off the other day, huh? Is that it? Is that why? Is that why you're all into me now?

*if not in a public place, take off shirt*
*add pregnant pauses when necessary*

This is what you like about me, huh. Well, let me tell you something--this is gonna BLOW your fucking MIND--but I am the exact same person that I used to be four years ago. Sure, have I changed slightly since then? Yeah, we all have. But all in all, I'm ultimately the same person, with the same exact interests. What makes you think that just because I'm all fit and in shape now, that must mean I'm a different person? Or do you actually want to "get to know me", as if you didn't have months of chances over the past four years?

Nah, you don't care about shit. All you care about is my appearance. You shallow cunt. Did you ever take a moment to consider how it would work out? Are you at all surprised that I take great offense to the fact that you're only noticing me now after I quote/unquote "look better" to you? Did you expect everything in your life to go your way? Well, guess what. You're not gonna have it your way this time.

I probably could've said "yes" and fucked you on day one, couldn't I? Yeah, because that's all you're interested in. But I'm not gonna do that, because I have some fucking self-respect. You're a cheap dime-store whore, and just looking at you spend your shitty fucking life just getting drunk on the weekends and blowing every guy you see makes me hate my generation. HATE it. I'm getting so fucking pissed just looking at you. Get out of my sight. And yeah, take that as a "no".

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so yeah, just to be clear, i would never actually say any of that to anyone if they asked me out, but i mean, as a writer, i tend to do this sort of thing a lot--it's called a "script story" or a "sketch story"

like, that sort of thing is what i'd have written in a novel or short story--most likely the latter

i also wrote this as a junior in high school, and looking back, it's not quite as devastating as i remember it being at the time that i wrote it, but it's still kinda funny