I just finished watching L.A. Confidential and, good god, it was good. Now I'll be on "yowzah" mode for the rest of today even though I've got work in less than an hour. Bud White was my favorite. He broke the back of a chair with his bare hands during a particularly intense interrogation in the film. I wish I could do that. I've always wanted to be a body guard of some sort. I really wouldn't mind being dumb muscle, but I'm only 5'5"1/2, so it's never gonna happen.

I get jealous of some men for their physical strength. It's weird. Why? Because they're able to protect their loved ones better than most chicks can. That's my motive. I want to protect my woman. Keep her safe from all the creeps, the leering wolves. I'd deck 'em for even glancing. But I'm barely 5'6. I can't bench press much at all, and I can't chop wood or anything as impressive. I'm a big dyke for wanting to.

I must learn how. I have to. But I will never resort to juicing, because that's the vain coward's method, so no need to worry about that if any of you have such concerns. I'm stronger most girls already. I've been told so several times by coaches and my family. But I have to be stronger still. I'm won't get there sitting at this computer now, will I?
I'm off to make that happen. See ya.