As I seem to have nothing on my brain so far this week, I present to you this image:
Most of the time, this is where I want to start…
Until next time…
I really need to get to the gym. It’s been about a year since the last time I stepped through the doors of previously said gym.
I sit on my behind for at least 10 hours a day in front of either a series of computers or in my tattoo shop. It’s not healthy to sit that much. And yet—I do.
I just have zero motivation. I know I need to exercise more. I just can’t connect the “know” with the “do”.
And why can’t I ever have this to look at where I go?
Seeing him in the locker room alone would be incentive enough to go every single day.
Actually—I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of the shower….
Until next time…
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I want to help with his pants!
Like that would ever happen.
Until next time…
Most of the time, that’s all I want…
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The Husbear wants to head over to Oklahoma City this weekend. So we are.
We’ll be staying at the Habana Inn for the first time. It’s similar to but slightly less than the same thing as The Parliament House in Orlando.
I’ll try to make the best of it.
Until next time…
