After the inaugural post, I have come to the conclusion that my flist is composed predominantly of weirdoes. Then again, I should probably quit looking at my flist for a bright and shining example of normalcy.
The way I feel after manual labor. I am not in love with the actual act of lifting boxes or moving furniture or any of those manly things I'm so good at, but I feel strong and self-righteous after I've managed it. If you need help moving, I'm your man.
And on that merry note, it's bedtime.
The way I feel after manual labor. I am not in love with the actual act of lifting boxes or moving furniture or any of those manly things I'm so good at, but I feel strong and self-righteous after I've managed it. If you need help moving, I'm your man.
And on that merry note, it's bedtime.
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Date: 2006-05-12 01:40 am (UTC)It does indeed! Nothing brings out teh testosterone like manual labor. :D