don't believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free
Just came back from a short Easter vacation in NC. It was much needed - I'd been cracking under the pressure of various things, none of which are interesting enough to expound upon here, and needed someplace to relax for a couple of days. I feel much better now, even though the grind begins again tomorrow and continues through May when my internship starts.
I discovered something about myself on vacation, though. It's not something I'm used to saying. I have legs.
Well, to clarify, I've always had legs in the literal sense of it. And maybe it's due to the fact that I haven't seen my legs in a mirror for a couple of months and bought new shorts while I was visiting home, but I have...leg definition. They didn't look like my legs at all. They looked like some hunky rugby player's legs. And given how little I go to the gym these days, what with the erratic work schedule and all, I wasn't expecting them to look as toned as they do. This is indeed a positive development, but it will take a little getting used to. Maybe it's from walking everywhere.
There's more. I seem to have a butt, as well. This defies my genetics - when men in my family reach a certain weight, their butts erode to the point where they look like frogs forced into pants. It's something of a family joke. I'm not sure whether this development is good or not, but I guess I'll just have to get used to the idea. I mean, it could be worse, right? Right.
What I'm trying to say here is that I'm not used to my body forming any kind of shape that isn't round, or squared off at the shoulders. There really isn't much of a male vocabulary for this. There's been a change in my body, is all, and I'm not sure whether it's from weight gain or some tectonic muscle shift altering how I carry the weight I've already got.
Anyway, enough of that. I have to come up with enough tasteful anal sex jokes to put together an article for Adfreak. I'm not kidding.
I discovered something about myself on vacation, though. It's not something I'm used to saying. I have legs.
Well, to clarify, I've always had legs in the literal sense of it. And maybe it's due to the fact that I haven't seen my legs in a mirror for a couple of months and bought new shorts while I was visiting home, but I have...leg definition. They didn't look like my legs at all. They looked like some hunky rugby player's legs. And given how little I go to the gym these days, what with the erratic work schedule and all, I wasn't expecting them to look as toned as they do. This is indeed a positive development, but it will take a little getting used to. Maybe it's from walking everywhere.
There's more. I seem to have a butt, as well. This defies my genetics - when men in my family reach a certain weight, their butts erode to the point where they look like frogs forced into pants. It's something of a family joke. I'm not sure whether this development is good or not, but I guess I'll just have to get used to the idea. I mean, it could be worse, right? Right.
What I'm trying to say here is that I'm not used to my body forming any kind of shape that isn't round, or squared off at the shoulders. There really isn't much of a male vocabulary for this. There's been a change in my body, is all, and I'm not sure whether it's from weight gain or some tectonic muscle shift altering how I carry the weight I've already got.
Anyway, enough of that. I have to come up with enough tasteful anal sex jokes to put together an article for Adfreak. I'm not kidding.