Ow, my privacies.

Alternate title: In which Jake learns that while his poo may smell sweeter than some, that doesn't mean that it should be easy to sniff out.

I find that I have zero common sense when it comes to appropriately censoring my online self.  For the most part, I'm comfortable with that.  However thank Ah Puk that I have people who care about me enough to be concerned when I do something completely fucktarded.  So yeah, some editing of my posts has commenced, so that nobody comes in the night to arrest me or burn my license or something, just in case anyone other than my family ever read this.

Also I keep shedding fat, it seems, at a freakishly steady clip.  Some of my shirts are getting a bit baggy in some areas.   My tailored jeans, which we just bought a few weeks ago, are feeling very roomy if you will..  I have a "tough guy workout" that my buddy (mayshebreakoutinboils) inflicted on me at my request, and it's definitely having an effect.  Affect? No, effect. Fuck you grammar. And I'll put as many spaces after the period as a feel like, suck it APA manual.

So yeah. that's going well.  I have to keep reducing how much I eat every week a bit because my body keeps trying to adapt.  A normal person my size wouldn't have to reduce intake at the rate I'll have to in order to keep losing adipose babies, which makes me wish for a flamethrower, but no point pissing against the wind. I'm not feeling psycho any longer, that's what's important, and I never was into golden showers anyhow.

I also started low dose estradiol tabs this week as my uterus and I have not been on speaking terms lately.  I seem to be jerking off at the same rate and have not had any weird urges to punch walls, so I suppose at least that part's a success.  Lots of folks get moody or unhorny on this regimen, I just want to quit needing heavy drugs every month.  The medical community, in it's infinite wisdom, has decided that it is not at all necessary  to menstruate every month, so I can take it nonstop. (Way to catch up with what people have been doing with their pills for years, geniuses.)

In conclusion, a bird just flew headlong into my window and stunned itself for a few moments before flitting off. I fucking hate portents.