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so...i've been bumped up the cycle i'm on (the "cycle that never ends" i call it), and i've been doing the following
every mon, wed, fri
prop 1/2 ml
tren 1/2 ml
test cyp 1/2 ml
eq 1 ml
running low on prop and test and i'm about ready to switch to more of one or the other. weight has went back up from 200 to 212 since strting
so...
we're all pretty ritualistic animals, right? we get up, do they samethings on the same day...we all have our little morning rituals. i'm no different.
on my "pinning" days, when i'm about ready to load, i line up all my bottles on a little table. if i'm low on something, i'll even line up my next bottle (i know it's retarded, but it's my thing).
so i take out my 50ml bottle tren. my 3/4 full eq bottle. my 3/4 prop bottle. my cyp bottle has about 2ml's in it (more than enough but, in my own little retarded mind, it seems right to get the next bottle of cyp out...witch happens to be my last 10ml bottle)...
all lined up in a row. i walk over to the bathroom closet to grab a pin to draw with. just as i turn to walk over to the table, (where all my little soldiers are lined up and ready to go), i see the 2 cyp bottles, that were sitting at the end, tip over and roll of the table....down to the new SLATE tile i just installed!!! (hated the fukin carpet we had, but i'm not to fond of the slate now!!!)...WTF???!!! why lord??!! why dost thou smite me??!!!!
how?? wtf? why? wtf? ghost? earth quake? retarded way of sitting them halfway on a piece of paper i didnt notice??!! WTF?????!!!!!!!
so...as i stand over my mortally wounded troops, a tear welling up in my eye, a lump in my throat, my heart in my stomach...i remember....THOSE ARE MY LAST 2 FUKIN BOTTLES OF CYP!!!!!! thaughts race through my mind....i could grab an 18 gauge and suck it up!!! yes!!! that'll work!! i can save alot of it...it's pooled pretty thick!! then, i realize, with my luck, i'll inject it and turn into some retarded version of a slate colored "thing" from the fantastic 4, which, on the surface, i'll admit, sounds pretty fukin cool....until play time comes around with my little boobookittyfuk...then i'm fuked. i cant risk that!! i like play time with her WAAAAAAY too much!
so...choking back the tears, i wipe it up. i managed to save about 1.5 ml in the bottom of the full bottle...but thats it.
oh....i'm not done with my little story yet!!!
what do you think happened next...after loading for my shot...still in a little fuked up daze, i manage to finish what i started out doing. i put all my troops back in their box and i'm ready to go on with my day when....yep! you guessed it...i step on a piece of glass and it gets jammed into my foot.
so...i call to my wife and ask her to help get it out. she gets the tweezers and i lay on the bed (yes...in case you were wondering, i got dressed first. dont want this to seem weird or comical in some way). soooo....all of a sudden, she turns into fukin Dr Kevorkian (google it) and proceeds to gouge the fuk out of my foot!! she's got her needle nose plyers and screwdriver, poking around in there, talking about how she's got too, "make the whole bigger", and shyt!!! wtf??! she starts "peeling away the skin" so she can get at it better!! how the fuk does making the whole bigger serve my best fukin intrest? shyt..you could lob off that half of the foot and get rid of the glass too, but i dont want you to do that shyt either!!!
soo...here i sit...glass still in foot. i'm trying to soak it like she suggested....probobly suggested that to make it esier to peel me alive!!!
and....i'm out 11 ml's of cyp....fuk
every mon, wed, fri
prop 1/2 ml
tren 1/2 ml
test cyp 1/2 ml
eq 1 ml
running low on prop and test and i'm about ready to switch to more of one or the other. weight has went back up from 200 to 212 since strting
so...
we're all pretty ritualistic animals, right? we get up, do they samethings on the same day...we all have our little morning rituals. i'm no different.
on my "pinning" days, when i'm about ready to load, i line up all my bottles on a little table. if i'm low on something, i'll even line up my next bottle (i know it's retarded, but it's my thing).
so i take out my 50ml bottle tren. my 3/4 full eq bottle. my 3/4 prop bottle. my cyp bottle has about 2ml's in it (more than enough but, in my own little retarded mind, it seems right to get the next bottle of cyp out...witch happens to be my last 10ml bottle)...
all lined up in a row. i walk over to the bathroom closet to grab a pin to draw with. just as i turn to walk over to the table, (where all my little soldiers are lined up and ready to go), i see the 2 cyp bottles, that were sitting at the end, tip over and roll of the table....down to the new SLATE tile i just installed!!! (hated the fukin carpet we had, but i'm not to fond of the slate now!!!)...WTF???!!! why lord??!! why dost thou smite me??!!!!
how?? wtf? why? wtf? ghost? earth quake? retarded way of sitting them halfway on a piece of paper i didnt notice??!! WTF?????!!!!!!!
so...as i stand over my mortally wounded troops, a tear welling up in my eye, a lump in my throat, my heart in my stomach...i remember....THOSE ARE MY LAST 2 FUKIN BOTTLES OF CYP!!!!!! thaughts race through my mind....i could grab an 18 gauge and suck it up!!! yes!!! that'll work!! i can save alot of it...it's pooled pretty thick!! then, i realize, with my luck, i'll inject it and turn into some retarded version of a slate colored "thing" from the fantastic 4, which, on the surface, i'll admit, sounds pretty fukin cool....until play time comes around with my little boobookittyfuk...then i'm fuked. i cant risk that!! i like play time with her WAAAAAAY too much!
so...choking back the tears, i wipe it up. i managed to save about 1.5 ml in the bottom of the full bottle...but thats it.
oh....i'm not done with my little story yet!!!
what do you think happened next...after loading for my shot...still in a little fuked up daze, i manage to finish what i started out doing. i put all my troops back in their box and i'm ready to go on with my day when....yep! you guessed it...i step on a piece of glass and it gets jammed into my foot.
so...i call to my wife and ask her to help get it out. she gets the tweezers and i lay on the bed (yes...in case you were wondering, i got dressed first. dont want this to seem weird or comical in some way). soooo....all of a sudden, she turns into fukin Dr Kevorkian (google it) and proceeds to gouge the fuk out of my foot!! she's got her needle nose plyers and screwdriver, poking around in there, talking about how she's got too, "make the whole bigger", and shyt!!! wtf??! she starts "peeling away the skin" so she can get at it better!! how the fuk does making the whole bigger serve my best fukin intrest? shyt..you could lob off that half of the foot and get rid of the glass too, but i dont want you to do that shyt either!!!
soo...here i sit...glass still in foot. i'm trying to soak it like she suggested....probobly suggested that to make it esier to peel me alive!!!
and....i'm out 11 ml's of cyp....fuk
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