Hello, I have something good to report.

I was at the Dana Porter library, as usual on the seventh floor. Because of my new initiative to be more fit and more green, I have become accustomed to not take the elevator down to the ground floor. This is among other reasons, because the elevator is just way to slow to get here.

Anyways, I was going down the stairs. Sort of in this hopping fashion, just hopping away at down the stairs. I wasn’t sure why I was hopping but anyways, that’s besides the point. Here’s the good news. I think I’m finally growing a chest. Yes, PLEASE ALERT THE PRESS! Say hello to my bouncy chest. Big pecs, here I come! See, when I was hopping away, I felt my chest kinda not moving in sync with my body. It’s sorta this mini-jiggle. Yay, you don’t understand how happy I am. I haven’t really haven’t had a chest since my days of puberty when I had like over-hormoned mammory glands.

So yes, no more airport runways on my chest! This is a new beginning everyone. This is a new begiining of tighter t-shirts to show off my ever-growing chest. I can finally find a nice shirt, where the shirt actually hangs off my chest and not solely on my ill-defined shoulders.

Wow, maybe I’m getting carried away. But lets really hope this is a growing trend. I must stick to my “Waterloo” diet: eat unhealthily and bike everywhere, and see what happens.

OMG, I can’t wait! Just wait boys and girls, hot Matt is coming to a community near you.