Day One of Clean Living Update

1:33pm Lunch: tuna fish. No mayo, outta the can. No muss no fuss. Tho I smell as if I had rubbed the fucking tuna all over my body, ugh. ("An improvement, you fat smelly fuck!!!" chimes the Boy.) Headin out now to meet up with the Fashion Herald to get my target jeans. "Target jeans." Christ. If my old high school football coach was dead, he'd be spinning in his grave. Ah well. To the city!!!