She won’t let me have my heating pad. Which I wouldn’t need quite so much if I didn’t have to ice my hammies. I need the heat on my lower back to balance it out. And because 48. I haven’t been to PlayFITStayFIT in a while. My new job is actually less conducive to getting … Continue reading Frightened Hammies
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Glimmers of Hope
Thank you so much. I’ll miss you guys! “…ok…you…have a nice day…” Look. I’ve spent a lot of time with the DMV folks lately. And my socials are a little more awkward than usual. Because New Job. But the two hours I spent with them yesterday morning. Felt special. It started with rejection. Again. Because … Continue reading Glimmers of Hope
Real ID Take Two
Remember when I went to get my Real ID? And they told me my birth certificate wasn't proof of my actual birth? Or existence? Thank you so much. I’ll miss you guys! “…ok…you…have a nice day…” Look. I’ve spent a lot of time with the DMV folks lately. And my socials are a little more … Continue reading Real ID Take Two
End of My Fitness Hiatus
“What are you guys doing???” Whatever we want! We’re grown! Went to leg day yesterday. At PlayFITStayFIT. Haven’t been there in a minute. Because PlayFITStayFIT classes coincide with my post-work coma schedule. It’s hard to work around that. Because work is fully draining. Like, as I’m walking out of the building at 4pm (3:56 pm…because … Continue reading End of My Fitness Hiatus
PFSF Dress Code Violation
So, I’m the reason PlayFITStayFIT may have to implement a dress code. I went to leg day this week. And I was the star student. Like, J-Vicious wasn’t saying I was the best student in class. But he was saying the others were the worst. Which automatically makes me the best. So I was feeling … Continue reading PFSF Dress Code Violation
Its Called Supplementing
I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to complain. Or whine. About being sore. I was also accused of cheating. Which is absurd. Because I do not have the energy or motivation required to cheat. I’m not known for managing even one man’s drama. I sure as fuck ain’t tryin to manage two. Or more. … Continue reading Its Called Supplementing
Sometimes I Wear Pants
“Good morning, Sunshine! You look nice today!” …Thanks…I mean I’m just…wearing pants? I guess that’s…kind of fancy? But thanks… “No, you just usually…I don’t ever see you wearing…pants…” …Ok. That’s fair. I just…pants are usually so hard to wear. With their unreasonable buttons and shit. But I’ve recently managed enough gym time. And running time. … Continue reading Sometimes I Wear Pants
How Goatfinder Lost Her Friends
Y’all ever heard of a Jefferson squat? Apparently, it’s a move our ancestors did back in the ancient times. When J-Vicious first became certified. I’d post a picture. But I try to keep my blog rating at R. Maybe single X. If I’m talking about my dating life. Which…currently…is at a solid G rating… But … Continue reading How Goatfinder Lost Her Friends
Social Anxiety Coping Skill
Had my therapy appointment yesterday. With my therapist who I will refer to as “they.” Because I haven’t figured out their pronouns yet. And I refuse to ask. Because it’s my therapy. And I only want to talk about me during my therapy. And they haven’t asked my pronouns yet either. So I damn sure … Continue reading Social Anxiety Coping Skill
PFSF Detention
“You playing kickball?” Ummmm no? No...I’m...just getting a beer... “No. I mean. We’re having a kickball coaches meeting here. I thought you were playing. You look very athletic.” Oh. No. I don’t. I’m not. That’s not. No. I don’t…athletic. Ever. I’m only…I’m just here for a beer. And tacos… And. Ok. I appreciate that compliment. … Continue reading PFSF Detention
Shine My Way 