Fables in a Free World

So many things I want to type right now but none of them are nice.  Instead they are catty and entirely necessary.  Totally personal and to be said to the person who deserves them but who really wouldn’t give a rats ass.

It’s that constant tug and pull of wanting attention, not getting it and people ending up sad.  So I try and do things differently.  I try to be happier.  I make things and talk to other people that love and adore both myself and my company.

Lets just hope the roomie and I actually get the weights set up tonight.  I like the idea of practicing my form for dead lifts and proper squats once my chores are done :D