not working out. i want to be CEO of Procrastination Incorporated. i like my arm chicken fat it's soft it's supposed to be there it's where the baby's going to take a nap! ... apparently i have no upper body strength whatsoever so dropping the baby may outweigh the comfy factor, i recognize that, i'd just like to point out that my arms would make fluffy pillows kill themselves under my kersh i have abs of steel but since kung fu panda isn't actually a martial arts documentary, i'm pretty much useless k has glutes of steel, which as it turns out, also not a top priority in battle one day the world will need floppy armed hard tummy butt people, they'll look back at our eclectic work out style and CRY...with LAUGHTER ...PROBABLY... fuck you. the boy is medabras (it's a word, if ohfer and avwarsh are words, medabras is a word-- yeah i'm not even going to attempt to translate this to white people) he has the whole-- meh, i'm stuck in a rut, but instead of seeing that it's just that, i'm going to let it snowball into an existential question and pretend that this sadness is actually a sign of the end of my potential: cue "i'm never gonna dance agaiiiin, guilty feet have gooot no rhyyythm" and i can't do anything about it. and it sucks. i wish you could make people happy by hitting them on the head with frying pans. mein bruder is swamped with homework and his german professor isn't trying to break the stereotype even a little bit my sister is living the baby mama drama, the role suits her :) i think she'll be a lovely mama and i'm so excited my mama is SO EXCITED about this Turkey trip it's starting to scare me-- it's like K's joke about kids being too happy meaning inevitable doom and/or fire. at least this time i'll have K to unabashedly drool over pretty mosalsal looking men with me :D ugh, we'll probably be babysitting my mama and my aunt while they drool over pretty mosalsal looking men baba's playing private investigator since my neighborhood had a crime wave recently (petty theft, inside job, more crime than wave really) he's really happy he figured out that it was the ONE suspicious looking guy on the street with motive. i tried to feign surprise. baba--"whatever, i'm awesome, you'll sleep safe tonight because of my mad skills"-- okay he didn't say that but his face did as he ate cheese i'm procrastinating. i paused the work out thingy before the hard bit. don't look at me like that. THEY DIDN'T SPECIFY HOW LONG A BREAK SHOULD BE. :( fiiiine i go plank so my core burns and my girl pecs are perky and my anterior deltoids (isn't that a mint?) remember they're alive and my triceps start yelling at me just |