So today I went to the gym today. I am often so pleased with myself for having gone for my half hour of cardio. I am really looking forward to losing my belly and chest fat and being more sexier to guys.
My diet is shit right now. Can’t really do much about that bc it’s more important to me right now to not be working in a job I don’t care about, grumbling about not making enough money. So I’ve become self employed with no grants or start up money. If you want to donate, do it, but I doubt I’ll be able to handle the stress of the responsibility. Or maybe not.
When I got home from the gym, before getting into my apartment I stopped by the garbage chute to throw out my can of Brisk, and jumped back when I saw there was a person crouched on the floor in the small room infont of the chute. It was this homeless lady that I’ve seen hanging around my neighbourhood for a while. I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t act aggressive or angry or anything like that. She wanted to make small talk about recycling, so I went along with it. I felt bad for her that she wa sleeping there, and I wanted to invite her to my apartment to sleep, but I was reminded of my weed addicted ex fiancé who illegally entered into my country because of our lax weed laws and then couldn’t get a job and ended up living with some East Asian guy. I’m trying to avoid calling him homeless, bc he did have a home when I met him, he just wasn’t allowed to stay there in the daytime.
I felt sorry for him so I let him live with me, but he was abusive and wouldn’t let me turn off the lights at night to sleep. Pretty weird, and I put up with it. I don’t know why he was trying to sleep deprive me. I guess he was trying to make me go crazy or something so he could steal my money. I feel bad talking about him so I’ll stop.