@ Identity Festival, Mountain View CA
Pictured: Allen Guan, Connor Tiffany, and myself.
I was the sexiest yacht captain.
I started almost as bad as Zyzz did.
5’11 and 140 pounds of weak shit.
Now I’m 155 and gaining.
Zyzz was 22 at his physical peak, when he tragically died. In the year 2014 I will be 22 and I hope I will have similar progress to show.
I had donuts this morning and never felt so bad about putting food in my mouth.
I’m sure that all those carbs and sugars are really conducive to muscle building and a clean bulk.
I wanted it so bad though. I don’t even know why because I knew it was going to feel like shit before I took the first bite.
They always talk about the “significance” of their tattoo and the paragraph is always smattered in grammar/spelling errors.
I vow to not be one of those people who won’t shut up about how deep and meaningful their tattoo is.
When I get one that is.
Today, I froze a banana over night before putting it in my protein shake. It was like a giant banana flavored ice cube. Now my protein shakes will be super thick and banana-y.
Life is about the simple pleasures.