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Secret Agent Barbie

I got the best email in the world from the AOC this morning. The best. The best. The best one ever! I'm too scared to say anything ever again on this blog about any possible upcoming meetings though. What could I possibly say if it fell through again?

I'm off the see John Michael the Wimp (I would so like to use the "P" word instead!) today. On Tuesday I almost cried again from missing Aaron the Beast so badly. All we did was stretch and do the foam rolling thing. Aaron always used the broomstick, and I always complained about it. The first time John Michael used it with me he bruised me, and so he told me he wouldn't do it again. WHAT!? I should be happy about this right? But I'm not. After you've built up your pain tolerance you don't get any benefit from going back to the easier way. So, Aaron told him to use the broomstick. But everytime I would grimace, the Wimp would say, "I'm so sorry, does that hurt?" Or every time he stretches me he asks me to tell him when it's too painful. Aaron would never have said this stuff. The Wimp makes me feel wimpy!!! I hate that. Aaron always made me feel like I could do anything. He had way more confidence in my abilities. So, Tuesday, the Wimp was trying to roll me with the broomstick and stretch me. He got so sweaty, and tired, and was sweating all over me!!! I miss my big strong beautiful Aaron who could pick up my leg and move it any which way for hours. I am stronger than the Wimp. I also know more about training than the Wimp. He's only been a trainer since May. I've been a trainee for two. God help me!!! I need to switch trainers, but I hate confrontation. I would have to switch gyms just so I wouldn't have to actually tell him I was doing it because I don't like him!!! And he's so unprofessional. He hits on me very blatantly.

Gabby got this new computer game for Christmas that is just sitting here staring me in the face. It's Secret Agent Barbie, and I have a very strong urge to play it.

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