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Apr. 1st, 2020 02:24 pmMe and my boyfriend were gym bros before this whole quarantine thing began. He used to be a personal trainer before he entered healthcare, so he's been coaching me through deadlifting. I need it when I'm hoisting 400lb+ bodies on gurneys.
But now that the petri dishes called gyms are closed, we have been doing SOVIET WORKOUTS: AKA, lifting gallons of water, boxes of multi-gallons, and bags of potatoes. We do it in the corner of the patio looking like a bunch of buffoons, but will we look like buffoons when we can physically punch the Covid away, or shake it down for its lunch money?
I've been obsessed with myulchi bokkeum lately; miniature Korean anchovies fried with soy nuts. It's apparently a drinking snack, but I just have been shoving it down my gullet at every opportunity. I'm not Korean, but Alex is half so I get to try all these unique foods from his mom when I visit. Nothing else can make you feel like a human vulture when you floss, picking tiny fish bones out of your teeth.
We've been with Alex's parents a lot, lately; Being a male-male couple deep in the heart of Texas, with him being half Asian during a time of anti-Asian racism because of the corona, his parents have been worried about an increase in hate crimes and want us to stay with them. When in stores with Alex, people have visibly eyed him as if he had a miasma of Covid around him; it doesn't help that his allergies are horrible and make him sneeze up storms. Luckily no one has started anything with us, but I've been on guard. SIGH.
When our apartment together is ready after all this Covid nonsense, we're going to be having a prohibition party to break in the new chapter in our lives and ... Y'know. Entertain the masses. We spent some time looking at alcohol in an old recipe book for the party and I'm tickled by some of the advertisements.
Pictured: Me
But now that the petri dishes called gyms are closed, we have been doing SOVIET WORKOUTS: AKA, lifting gallons of water, boxes of multi-gallons, and bags of potatoes. We do it in the corner of the patio looking like a bunch of buffoons, but will we look like buffoons when we can physically punch the Covid away, or shake it down for its lunch money?
I've been obsessed with myulchi bokkeum lately; miniature Korean anchovies fried with soy nuts. It's apparently a drinking snack, but I just have been shoving it down my gullet at every opportunity. I'm not Korean, but Alex is half so I get to try all these unique foods from his mom when I visit. Nothing else can make you feel like a human vulture when you floss, picking tiny fish bones out of your teeth.
We've been with Alex's parents a lot, lately; Being a male-male couple deep in the heart of Texas, with him being half Asian during a time of anti-Asian racism because of the corona, his parents have been worried about an increase in hate crimes and want us to stay with them. When in stores with Alex, people have visibly eyed him as if he had a miasma of Covid around him; it doesn't help that his allergies are horrible and make him sneeze up storms. Luckily no one has started anything with us, but I've been on guard. SIGH.
When our apartment together is ready after all this Covid nonsense, we're going to be having a prohibition party to break in the new chapter in our lives and ... Y'know. Entertain the masses. We spent some time looking at alcohol in an old recipe book for the party and I'm tickled by some of the advertisements.
Pictured: Me
