Human beyblade.
Occasional pugilist.
If an Irish Goodbye were a person.
Chariot
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Only baggage I got is the ones under my eyes ::finger guns::
No matter how much I cycle, no matter how much I squat my legs just don’t seem to grow so I’m just gonna cover them in tattoos 🤷🏾♂️
I’m so tired.
My thighs and calves are screaming.
But man was today a really great day.
After months of studying I passed my exam.
I set the goal to get a massage and go for a ride this week and I did both.
It’s not much, but it’s important to keep promises to yourself.
::Minnie Riperton’s Les Fleurs playing softly in the background::
My character flaw is having a soft spot for mean looking women.
Shit like this constantly has me under the belief that Hell is not *nearly* hot enough.
I just witnessed someone with a bright orange shirt w/ a monochrome image of Michael Jackson’s head on it.
Now that’s not the problem! The fact that this person had a large chest if I may be so frank & said chest was stretching the top of Michael Jackson’s head making him look like an alien.
😂😂😂
Horny?
*On main?*
So classes from Jon Talbain? Sign me up.
I came home to have some lunch and cool off before taking a ride downtown, but I made the mistake of getting undressed and sitting down.
