Well, it’s 5:30 am and I am up. That means I either had one hell of a night(Nope!), or I am getting ready for the “Princess of Pain”, Miss Katrina, my personal trainer to come over, and work my body out so hard that I feel like I’m going to die.
The first time I met this G.I. Jane wannabe, she said- “Hey “MJ The Terrible”, you don’t look terrible at all to me. Wanna fight? My name is Katrina, but people call me Kat. You know, like a kitty cat.” I can tell you that ain’t no kitty cat, because if I don’t give my all, she claws the shit out of me!!! She is like a meaner/tougher version of Catwoman! She is “Katwoman”!
Well Katrina, I have a surprise for you today. I’ve been working out like Rocky Balboa recently, and I’m ready for whatever you got! So, bring the heat Katwoman!!! And I don’t care that you are younger than me and appear to work out every minute you’re not sleeping or eating, I am not quitting at 2 miles today! I don’t care if it kills me. I’m whooping your _______!!!!!
Sincerely,
Michael “MJ The Terrible” Johnson
P.S. If I don’t make it CJ, Daddy loves you and I died defeating the evil villainous Katwoman, to keep the city safe for you to grow up in.
