René Roberts

So, we’re into the second month of the new year already. By now you feel like a failure.

You haven’t lost any weight (yet) and you’re smoking like a chimney because your asshole of a boss came back from the festive holidays with a vengeance. To top it off you’re still stuck with your girlfriend or boyfriend. Only because you can’t figure out how to get rid of the body.

Now, I don’t have kids and I hardly ever get the opportunity to do this.

So please, allow me.

I told you so.

Yup, that feels every bit as good as I thought it would.

This is not a blog. I just wanted to get that off my chest.

Much love.

No pity.