This is just the very center. I gots me a long ways to go.
Monster is simply perfect. He bought a disposable grill, we biked to the lake despite the gray weather and sat on placemats around the small fire eating charred chorizos and making stupid jokes about birds. If that isn’t love, I’m not certain what is.
Exercise: Extremely Fun Volleyball Practice with the 2s.
Food: Overnight oats with banana and dark chocolate sprinkles, chorizo hot dogs, potato salad, grapefruit, raspberries, hard bread with laughing cow cheese, wadduh.
Spent the entire day painting as well and it’s really coming together! Also figured I’d take a picture every now and then after completing various sections, and gif them all together in the end. It’ll be all pretty and colorful. Groovesharking my own excellent playlist while painting was great. I vote for a rerun of yesterday.
Exercise: Walking, cleaning*
Food: I tried to be good and buy healthy, unsweetened wholewheat bread and make a delicious avocado and prosciutto sandwich with a banana and some cranberry juice for breakfast. It was like eating CARDBOARD. I was crushed. Homemade cabbage soup and creamy spinach and broccoli pasta for dinner, water.
Search for a less repulsive healthy bread. Immediately.
Exercise: Walking and cleaning.
Food: Eggs with spinach and additional vegetables, a shake, bananas, grapefruit with cinnamon, hard bread with butter, water.
Yes. Of all signs, cover Pisces. Dammit.
1.The most malicious and manipulative of all furniture drugs. Most commonly used when one is too alert to lie in bed, yet too lazy to perform much needed physical activity. Long-term usage may lead to addiction (see couchophile) and thus cause greater degrees of laziness, immobility (see couch potato), stupidity and an inexplicable obsession with daytime reality shows following remarkably daft individuals, all of whom are somehow more successful than oneself (see Kardashians).
What I’m trying to say is, too much couch today. No couch tomorrow. I cannot allow it.
Food: Scrambled eggs with spinach and vegetables, hard bread with butter, grapefruit with cinnamon, homemade soup, celery with greek yoghurt, OJ, water.
New friends, juggling, the best lasagna I’ve ever eaten and ever will eat in my entire life, diving for the ball and a couple glasses of white in good company. Righteous indeed.
Exercise: Biking on the Audi of bicycles, setting at volleyball.
Food: Banana overnight oats with dark chocolate sprinkles, P’S UNBELIEVABLE HOMEMADE SPINACH AND MUSHROOM LASAGNA, 3 slices of wholewheat bread with cheese and prosciutto, grapes, 2 small glasses of white wine, a handful of chips, water.
I want to live in a vault packed with that damn lasagna.
I didn’t want anyone that I actually know to know about any of this. Then Muncher found it and I yelled at him, because I knew he’d make fun of me if I didn’t. Then I wept Niagara on his shoulder, he bought sushi, we watched Weird Science and he drove me to volleyball in is iPad-equipped station wagon. He is fucking incredible. I wanna buy him a planet.
Exercise: Volleyball at uni, serious issues with my right shoulder. No likey.
Food: Scrambled eggs with spinach and vegetables, clementine, sushi, grapefruit with cinnamon, bananas, saltines with laughing cow cheese, raspberries with dark chocolate sprinkles.
A country, at the very least.
Because I’m using my mouth for this dumb conversation?
All I did was tidy up and rearrange, but apparently that was enough to make me feel like a million. I made dinner for us and we sat on the balcony watching Community. Then it got cold, so we migrated to the couch and watched more Community. We took a walk after midnight and then curled up in a corner for some stand up comedy and a few drinks. He kept looking over at me and smiling his inexplicably enchanting smile. I love him. I love him a lot. Very much. Too much.
Exercise: Rearranging was a friggin’ workout. No lies.*
Food: Homemade soup, clementine, plum, chicken and broccoli, grapefruit, raspberries with melted dark chocolate sprinkles, a wee bit of the meister, water.
It’s all been satirized for your protection.
From sunshine, shorts, a smoothie and Hamlet to wind, bus stops and a general distaste for more or less everything.
Food: Vegetable scramble with 2 egg whites and 1 whole egg, hard bread, grapes, grapefruit and raspberry smoothie, my very first homemade soup which Rocked the Casbah, a plum, 2 clementines, water.
Tasty, tasty dinner.
I love my Mormor and Papa; all of that cynical humor packed into her tiny Filipino frame and the way he greets everyone with a jolly 'God Jul!' no matter the time of year. Not to mention heaps of fresh fruit and vegetables and the coolest pair of shoes. Being spoiled is extra lovely when you’re broke. I know you’re not supposed to have favorite family members, but oh, lordy. The lengths I’d go to for my Mormor and Papa.
Exercise: Woke up and 30 Day Shredded myself awake. Come evening time, uni volleyball and ARGH. For some reason, I couldn’t do ANYTHING RIGHT. I just missed. And missed. And missed again. I could have successfully convinced any onlooker that I was strategically placed there by the opposing team on a mission to fuck things up to their advantage. I’d go so far as to say that about four fifths of our errors were due to my dumb ass.
Food: Cold overnight oats with milk and banana, raspberry smoothie with OJ and banana, grilled chicken and broccoli with spinach and celery dipped in greek yoghurt, clementine, grapefruit with cinnamon, water.