Today I’m actually exercising. Everyone on tumblr always makes posts about “lol exercise”, but it’s actually not that bad once you start. It hurts like hell when you haven’t done it for a long time, but it sort of gradually gives way to this weird feeling that’s a mix between pleasured agony and exhaustion.
…So it’s kind of like gay sex in that way. Yes, I just compared exercise to gay sex.
Is anyone else weirdly self-conscious about wiper blade speed? Like, I’m always afraid that I’ll have them set too fast for the amount of rain happening, and people will look at me and judge me like “lol omg bitch be tryin 2 hard”