trying to look productive, but i’ve been staring at the same email for twenty minutes. zero brain power left today. i’d much rather be doing absolutely nothing with a certain someone right now. is time actually moving backwards or am i just losing my mind?
Nine times out of ten, this is exactly how a “gym” session ends with me. We start off lifting, he fucks up his form or talks back, and before you know it I’ve got him bent over the punching bag. I’ve found nothing corrects bad behavior faster than poundin’some sense into someone