workout and farmer woes in one box
May. 3rd, 2021 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stereoleafwhat? up and down planks?
oh noes, tomorrow's may four
ha-ha planks still suck
oh woes, this part is painful to tell.
i am a natural-born writer. i have an inevitable knack for designing ideal protagonists (what? you already know who that ideal protagonist is, i am sure, considering how that protagonist is currently relating today's tale to you, dearest). i want to write what should have happened, like how i managed to perform dynamic and strenuous workout moves without breaking a sweat, or how easily i lifted a heavy amplifier while cleaning my room after an exhausting workout.
astounding, am i right?
unfortunately, the truth compels me.
i grunted out something that sounded like "GURGHRH" during a thirty-second bicycle crunch. and i may have extended the normal breaktime from ten seconds to one minute. or was it two? GURGH. it seems i have lost my godly strength after taking almost a half-year break from working out. my six-pack takes offense! the moist cake i ate earlier this morning must've been so offended, too. that, or i'm just hungry. again. for reasons i can't even begin to fathom, dreamwidth has this weird effect of making me hungry while writing heroic entries. curse you, dreamwidth!
anyway- short update before raiding the fridge for some tasty cake: today has been rather uneventful. forgotten: video games; my cows, daisy and buttercup; my chickens, coop-er and eggstein; the simple bouquet of flowers i bought from pierre's shop a few days ago- for whom is that reserved, i do not know yet myself. i am currently choosing between sam (a dorky frontman who can make maru twerk to country music at any given time), sebastian (little emo boy who lives in his mom's basement), emily (blue-hairedstoner meditator who likes to keep topazes and dance to boomboxes with a parrot), and abigail (purple-haired rebel who likes to eat amethysts and normal quartzes- seriously?) hmph. the little workout, unnecessary amplifier-lifting, and the smell of lysol citrus meadows might impair my judgment, and i certainly don't want to spend 50,000g on a divorce after marrying sebastian and then, lo and behold, realising that all he ever cares about is his precious little motorcycle. >:(! my heart pines! i crave affection! my hopelessly romantic heart wants you to bring me to the mountain- a place you often go by yourself to think about your life while enjoying a view of the city! oh, gods, WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!?@
being a natural-born writer also means i have an incurable tendency for drama.
crush my dreams one night at a time. tired eyes that sting with blackened rose stems, still seeking the scent you left when you wiped my tears away. the joke's on you, dear, you never knew they were for you. parsnips and green beans losing turgor in the wintry light. the fireplace only ever crackles when you're around, and the seasonal plant has long rendered itself static because of your warmth's scarcity. stuck in the winter, cold leaves outstretched in an ill-starred attempt to have you back. addictive: the way you unravel me so violently. maddening: the loose floorboards that creak at night when the dust settles. have you no mercy, boy? play with my mind, even if i don't know how it works or if it does? i have been all things hopeless- for the rain, for the ores, for the creaks that made each promise looser than your puckered lips that had mine bruised. all that's left are footsteps in the snow- are they yours or mine? we have no way to tell. the shore has made sure of it. maybe i should get robin to fix the floorboards this time.
uh. well, yes. it was accidental. i was not, surprisingly, blessed with the gift of forethought. i may have plunged a little too deep into the heart of plummy cowpoke- my beloved stardew file. oh well. i'm going to get that cake, too hungry, update soon. xoxo leofe
oh noes, tomorrow's may four
ha-ha planks still suck
oh woes, this part is painful to tell.
i am a natural-born writer. i have an inevitable knack for designing ideal protagonists (what? you already know who that ideal protagonist is, i am sure, considering how that protagonist is currently relating today's tale to you, dearest). i want to write what should have happened, like how i managed to perform dynamic and strenuous workout moves without breaking a sweat, or how easily i lifted a heavy amplifier while cleaning my room after an exhausting workout.
astounding, am i right?
unfortunately, the truth compels me.
i grunted out something that sounded like "GURGHRH" during a thirty-second bicycle crunch. and i may have extended the normal breaktime from ten seconds to one minute. or was it two? GURGH. it seems i have lost my godly strength after taking almost a half-year break from working out. my six-pack takes offense! the moist cake i ate earlier this morning must've been so offended, too. that, or i'm just hungry. again. for reasons i can't even begin to fathom, dreamwidth has this weird effect of making me hungry while writing heroic entries. curse you, dreamwidth!
anyway- short update before raiding the fridge for some tasty cake: today has been rather uneventful. forgotten: video games; my cows, daisy and buttercup; my chickens, coop-er and eggstein; the simple bouquet of flowers i bought from pierre's shop a few days ago- for whom is that reserved, i do not know yet myself. i am currently choosing between sam (a dorky frontman who can make maru twerk to country music at any given time), sebastian (little emo boy who lives in his mom's basement), emily (blue-haired
being a natural-born writer also means i have an incurable tendency for drama.
crush my dreams one night at a time. tired eyes that sting with blackened rose stems, still seeking the scent you left when you wiped my tears away. the joke's on you, dear, you never knew they were for you. parsnips and green beans losing turgor in the wintry light. the fireplace only ever crackles when you're around, and the seasonal plant has long rendered itself static because of your warmth's scarcity. stuck in the winter, cold leaves outstretched in an ill-starred attempt to have you back. addictive: the way you unravel me so violently. maddening: the loose floorboards that creak at night when the dust settles. have you no mercy, boy? play with my mind, even if i don't know how it works or if it does? i have been all things hopeless- for the rain, for the ores, for the creaks that made each promise looser than your puckered lips that had mine bruised. all that's left are footsteps in the snow- are they yours or mine? we have no way to tell. the shore has made sure of it. maybe i should get robin to fix the floorboards this time.
uh. well, yes. it was accidental. i was not, surprisingly, blessed with the gift of forethought. i may have plunged a little too deep into the heart of plummy cowpoke- my beloved stardew file. oh well. i'm going to get that cake, too hungry, update soon. xoxo leofe
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