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The heat is at least blasting into this bathroom. That is awesome.
I never thought I'd say this but I'm bored with initiating sex. 30 mins of foreplay
I think I want to go home and lift weights. Maybe tomorrow I will go back.
She wants to hang out with her friends. That's cool. We did, a little. I sat in a basement last night listening to some decent musicians and a singer. Smoked a little. It was fun... ish.
The singer was drunk but really good. I sat with her on the front porch for about 15 minutes making sure she didn't have a cold induced heart attack or something. She was trying to "shock" herself sober. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it didn't work that way.
She then took a shower in the first floor bathroom. Everyone thought it was weird.
My girl's "work wife" was explaining to me how I needed to rent a commercial property and sell weed from it. The store would be a front, posing as a florist. She could run it, she assured me. She works at the floral section in a Whole Foods.
I'm deadpanning this. I hope the sarcasm translates.
She's a nice woman... but seemed slightly off. I guess she also has some sort of neurological condition that makes her lose consciousness if she laughs too hard. I witnessed it. It was strange.
All I can think about is how I want to go lift tomorrow. One day's rest is about all I can handle.
I estimate my combined 1RM bench, deadlift, and squat is over 1000 lbs now. That's fun. I'm getting close to a legit 300 bench press. Deadlift is close to 400. Squats, I don't know because I don't do them often. But generally, they have always been around what I deadlift.
I've been pondering joining a men's roller hockey league. I feel the need to destroy someone.
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We are getting ready to sell the house. I need to make some minor repairs. Remove the exhaust fan, patch the ceiling, throw on some paint.
I think I squeezed the poop out of me. Time to shower.
I never thought I'd say this but I'm bored with initiating sex. 30 mins of foreplay
I think I want to go home and lift weights. Maybe tomorrow I will go back.
She wants to hang out with her friends. That's cool. We did, a little. I sat in a basement last night listening to some decent musicians and a singer. Smoked a little. It was fun... ish.
The singer was drunk but really good. I sat with her on the front porch for about 15 minutes making sure she didn't have a cold induced heart attack or something. She was trying to "shock" herself sober. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it didn't work that way.
She then took a shower in the first floor bathroom. Everyone thought it was weird.
My girl's "work wife" was explaining to me how I needed to rent a commercial property and sell weed from it. The store would be a front, posing as a florist. She could run it, she assured me. She works at the floral section in a Whole Foods.
I'm deadpanning this. I hope the sarcasm translates.
She's a nice woman... but seemed slightly off. I guess she also has some sort of neurological condition that makes her lose consciousness if she laughs too hard. I witnessed it. It was strange.
All I can think about is how I want to go lift tomorrow. One day's rest is about all I can handle.
I estimate my combined 1RM bench, deadlift, and squat is over 1000 lbs now. That's fun. I'm getting close to a legit 300 bench press. Deadlift is close to 400. Squats, I don't know because I don't do them often. But generally, they have always been around what I deadlift.
I've been pondering joining a men's roller hockey league. I feel the need to destroy someone.
Production ceases soon
We are getting ready to sell the house. I need to make some minor repairs. Remove the exhaust fan, patch the ceiling, throw on some paint.
I think I squeezed the poop out of me. Time to shower.
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