violently

I want cheesy gooey nachos with guacamole and sour cream, carne asada with lime, margaritas, and flan.

I hate pms.

I also hate when people say "holluh" or "holla" or any variation of that word that makes whoever is saying it sound like a fucking tard wrangler anytime it's uttered. You are not Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz. You are not Jay-Z. You are not fucking Nelly. It is bad enough when they say it; we do not need little white girls blurting it out and being all ghetto bling bling look at me I'm awesome and I say holla. It is almost as bad as the Fuck Yeahs. By which I mean, the wannabe bro hardcore punk rawkdirtbike riding skin wearing monster truck driving and whatever the fuck is "in" at the moment white boys and girls that are all "FUCK YEAH" this, and "FUCK YEAH" that.

It makes me want to punch bitches in the face.

That is all.

P.S. I fucked up my ankle training a client today. (We were running and I rolled my ankle because I am fucking clumsy and trip over everything.) I am gimping around like a moron. FUCK YEAH! HOLLA! But, I got some vicodin and got some awesome Macaroni Grill for dinner with SirGarbage, so I guess things could be a hell of a lot worse.

Anyone wanna let me borrow their ankle so I can go to kickboxing tomorrow?