Photo evidence to follow...
So I've been to the gym twice. Twice! I went, and then I WENT BACK. You guys, I'm so proud of myself, you have no idea. I'm going again tomorrow! *jaws drop* Actually, I should have gone today, because I'v officially decided all days off are Gym Days, but Trav and I went to the beach instead. Whatever. Gym! (I'm so into this. I'm going to lose five kilos in 3 months by eating WELL [not less] and WORKING OUT. It's like, who the fuck would have thought THAT would work?)
So now I'm looking at LynZ pictures. Every time I think I can't do one more motherfucking lunge, I should just look at this photo. Most girls have a hot guy as their 'thinspiration'. I will have this picture. "One day," I will say to myself, "One day, Beck, you too could be as awesome as Lynz."
While I'm at it, here are some other LynZ pictures I've enjpyed this evening.
THAT should be my lunge-spiration photo! She has to do 15 of those, then 15 steps, then then 15 squats. By 'her' I mean 'me'.
So she looks like she's a robot sent from the future to KILL US ALL in this one. Is it wrong that I find that hot? Kill, LynZ, kill! But spare me! I will happily be your slave in the new world order!
She is so damn PRETTY. Also, secret messages on her arm? FOR THE KILL, maybe? HMMMMMM.
SO PRETTY.
Ok, ignore the fan in this one. Someone tell me WHERE CAN I GET THAT COAT? I COVET it. Also, replace the Chanel logo on those glasses with D&G and they're the same as mine. MFEO, DAMNIT!
Here, enjoy the coat sans fan. You have to admit, it's pretty spectacular. I don't know if I could pull off bright yellow with such aplomb, though.
This is an older one, I think. Her top says 'Hold my beer while I kiss your girlfriend' I'M a girlfriend, LynZ!
A little known fact about LynZ is that instead of sweating salt, she sweats PURE AWESOME.
And here is LynZ with her lovely husband GeeWay.. Look, I know they go together like cupcakes and icing and blah blah, and I know she's pregnant with his tiny little Waybe, I still think she should dump him and make me her kept woman. Sure, he can offer her the money, the rockstar life, and, you know, a father to her child. I can offer her... Uh... Let me work on that.
So that took up what little energy I had left! It's amazing how lying around on a beach in the sun while listening to your ipod and occasionally flicking sand at your boyfriend can really take it out of you.
Work tomorrow, of course. And so it goes...
--Cheers, Beck
PS. The fact that Ray Toro mentioned Jeffrey Dean Morgan in the MCR blog gave me one of those weird Fandoms Collide things that make it feel like the univers is imploding. Weird but cool! My Chemical Romance/Supernatural, anyone? ...anyone?
So now I'm looking at LynZ pictures. Every time I think I can't do one more motherfucking lunge, I should just look at this photo. Most girls have a hot guy as their 'thinspiration'. I will have this picture. "One day," I will say to myself, "One day, Beck, you too could be as awesome as Lynz."
While I'm at it, here are some other LynZ pictures I've enjpyed this evening.
THAT should be my lunge-spiration photo! She has to do 15 of those, then 15 steps, then then 15 squats. By 'her' I mean 'me'.
So she looks like she's a robot sent from the future to KILL US ALL in this one. Is it wrong that I find that hot? Kill, LynZ, kill! But spare me! I will happily be your slave in the new world order!
She is so damn PRETTY. Also, secret messages on her arm? FOR THE KILL, maybe? HMMMMMM.
SO PRETTY.
Ok, ignore the fan in this one. Someone tell me WHERE CAN I GET THAT COAT? I COVET it. Also, replace the Chanel logo on those glasses with D&G and they're the same as mine. MFEO, DAMNIT!
Here, enjoy the coat sans fan. You have to admit, it's pretty spectacular. I don't know if I could pull off bright yellow with such aplomb, though.
This is an older one, I think. Her top says 'Hold my beer while I kiss your girlfriend' I'M a girlfriend, LynZ!
A little known fact about LynZ is that instead of sweating salt, she sweats PURE AWESOME.
And here is LynZ with her lovely husband GeeWay.. Look, I know they go together like cupcakes and icing and blah blah, and I know she's pregnant with his tiny little Waybe, I still think she should dump him and make me her kept woman. Sure, he can offer her the money, the rockstar life, and, you know, a father to her child. I can offer her... Uh... Let me work on that.
So that took up what little energy I had left! It's amazing how lying around on a beach in the sun while listening to your ipod and occasionally flicking sand at your boyfriend can really take it out of you.
Work tomorrow, of course. And so it goes...
--Cheers, Beck
PS. The fact that Ray Toro mentioned Jeffrey Dean Morgan in the MCR blog gave me one of those weird Fandoms Collide things that make it feel like the univers is imploding. Weird but cool! My Chemical Romance/Supernatural, anyone? ...anyone?