Yo, Diary,
Today I worked out at da gym. My PT
was like "We gotta work those pecs, 50. I was like "Yo, man. I took nine bullets. I need to chill, for real." He wasn't hearing it. Finally after a few minutes of straight up fussin', he agreed to let me do some yoga. My downward dog is tight, yo!
After da gym I took a shower, and tried out some new bath salts my homie Dr. Dre recommended. They smelled like roses and shit and they made my skin feel smooth, yo.
