Scooch over.  I can't stop posting my shit on facebook, my love.  It's scary, I'm getting a lot of attention.  The other day, I got like four likes on one of them.  Yea, and two comments.  I checked and one of the individual's behind the friendly comments didn't like like it, as well.   That would have given me like five likes, which would equal like a record, and I would have beaten Raul's record, too.  I waited about half an hour cause I figured she probably forgot to send in a credit card payment and it was the deadline, so I just started doing push-ups in the corner and immediately ate a chicken tender for the protein, my love.  After the half-hour mark, I gave her another fifteen—a flimsy internet connection I figured, poor thing.  She probably doesn't have much money, if she's tackling the waves of credit card debt so poorly.  And then I was late for work, so I just confronted her about it.  We ended up getting in this whole big fight because I had tried to guess her password a couple times and just do it for her—I mean, I don't have much time to toy around—and apparently that was what was keeping her off her account—I dunno I wasn't really listening... And she had the gall at the end to say she wasn't going to like it—I mean I don't care if she like likes it, but I figure if could just get that thumbs up from her, that could shoot my ego up to next Tuesday.  She ended up deleting me; worse yet, I couldn't keep her original comment and now only have one comment, and a bunch of messages from some guy threatening me.

It's been so hot.  I don't sit outside if it feels like something's breathing on me.  The heat's obviously stifling; but I think maybe my ego's getting ahead of me. I've been listening to the same songs over and over when I run, because the sensations they evoke keep me running.  I'm being patient, I guess.