it's supposed to be a bumper year. pigs supposedly bring good luck and fortune, as well as bumper years for all. right?

wrong. very wrong.

it's not a year for a bumper harvest for me. definitely. i don't want it to be. i just want to be a kid that's lean and mean, with enough muscle to tell those who think i'm a whimp to think twice. bah.

it's time to shrink 2 sizes in my pants size. it's way too big. i've gone about this rant for a freakily long time already, but i still ain't doing anything about it. hehehehehe. drats... time to hit the gym.

being in a place with all men and hardly anyone from the opposite sex isn't exactly very appealing to me. furthermore these men try to act sooooo cool and sooooo appealing it becomes nauseous to me. that's the main reason why i never join gyms. but seeing that my physique now demands that i go into it, it's time for me to do the same thing they all do and pump some iron. haiz... ain't exactly my cuppa tea.

all right, that's all for now..

signing off...

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