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March 10, 2018
I wanted to go and buy shit food. And my truck wouldn't start. It's almost as if my truck were conspiring with my cholesterol levels. I mean, okay, overall I like it, but can't I have a fkn cheezeburger every once in a while, and huge order of fries, hot and salted and greezy as hell. All I have to do is look at that shit and my heart starts to jerking around.Both in anticipation but also fear.

You cannot hide from your blood. And if I show up in his office with cholesterol, I'm screwed. I hate that.