Denial, Anger, and Rage
Hello. I have resurfaced. If ever you don't hear from me in a whole week, there is a pretty good chance of catching up with my shenanigans on Facebook. The moment you don't hear from me there, assume I'm buried in someones backyard.
What's going on? Denial. Anger. Rage. In that order.
Denial. I am in denial about the LSU Tigers. Sure, they lost their first game of the season to #1 ranked Florida 13-3. But, us LSU fans know that there is not something right with this team. We need another Matt Flynn or Matt Mauck at QB.
Anger. I am ready to throw down my racquet in tennis. I am a talentless whore. Not only did I lose in the Flex League playoffs, I fell flat on my face in the Texas Open XXX. While I may be good, I lack special talent and skill to get to the next level. I am mired in mediocrity.
Rage. One of my goals this year was to get bigger. I hired a fine ass personal trainer. Sometimes he accidentally tea bags me, but we keep our relationship professional. We work out together three times a week. To aid in my goal, I have been ingesting lots of protein, creatine, and HMB. I have gotten big all over.
And it's not that I am being a narcissistic drama queen. LOTS of people are telling me I gained weight. I hear it on the tennis courts, in the bars, and at work. Oh my goodness... I had no clue I am getting fat... thanks for letting me know!
So, basically I am now Rosie O'Donnell... a mean angry lesbian. ARGH!